ABSTRACT
Captain Hugh Crow commanded the last slave-ship that cleared out of the port of Liverpool. He was one of the bravest, shrewdest, quaintest, and most humorous old sea dogs that ever breathed. He lost his right eye when very young, but as one of his employers said, the other was “a piercer,” and he was known far and wide as “mind your eye, Crow.” He was generally on the most friendly footing with himself, and ready to uphold his own merits, the beauty of his native Isle of Man, and the Manx language, wherever he went. He was justly proud of the estimation in which he was held by the merchants and underwriters of Liverpool and London, and it was a great sight to see him nodding and bowing with much urbanity when he met them in the streets or on ’Change.
