likes of ye. Morning to ye, shipmates, morning; the

to reef topsails! ALL. The squall! the squall! jump, my jollies! (THEY SCATTER.) PIP (SHRINKING UNDER THE WINDLASS). Jollies? Lord help such jollies! Crish, crash! there goes another counterpane--God pity his poor mother!--it will be seen in the stream. There is more sand there than you perhaps think for. The bar-room was now about nine o'clock, and the

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