But it 'll be a memory that wo n't hurt -- I like to think that my memory wo n't hurt my friends -- it 'll always be kind of pleasant to them , I hope and believe . It wo n't be very long now before lost Margaret calls me , for the last time . I 'll be all ready to answer . I jest spoke of this because there 's a little favor I want to ask you . Here 's this poor old Matey of mine '' -- Captain Jim reached out a hand and poked the big , warm , velvety , golden ball on the sofa . The First Mate uncoiled himself like a spring with a nice , throaty , comfortable sound , half purr , half meow , stretched his paws in air , turned over and coiled himself up again . `` HE 'll miss me when I start on the V'yage . I ca n't bear to think of leaving the poor critter to starve , like he was left before . If anything happens to me will you give Matey a bite and a corner , Mistress Blythe ? '' `` Indeed I will . '' `` Then that is all I had on my mind . Your Little Jem is to have the few curious things I picked up -- I 've seen to that . And now I do n't like to see tears in those pretty eyes , Mistress Blythe . I 'll mebbe hang on for quite a spell yet . I heard you reading a piece of poetry one day last winter -- one of Tennyson 's pieces . I 'd sorter like to hear it again , if you could recite it for me . '' Softly and clearly , while the seawind blew in on them , Anne repeated the beautiful lines of Tennyson 's wonderful swan song -- `` Crossing the Bar . '' The old captain kept time gently with his sinewy hand . `` Yes , yes , Mistress Blythe , '' he said , when she had finished , `` that 's it , that 's it . He was n't a sailor , you tell me -- I dunno how he could have put an old sailor 's feelings into words like that , if he was n't one .
He did n't want any ` sadness o ' farewells ' and neither do I , Mistress Blythe -- for all will be well XXXXX me and mine beyant the bar . ''
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