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B. Pilot
Twain says: when I was a kid, there was one perpetual desire among my friends in our town on the west bank of the Mississippi River: to be a steamboatman.
From time to time we had an expectation that on the off chance that we lived and were great, God would allow us to be privateers. These desire became dull, each in its turn; yet the aspiration to be a steamboatman dependably remained.
