ye, ye cricket-players, ye pugilists, ye deaf Burkes and blinded Bendigoes! I will not bear the wicked burden. A dreadful storm comes on, the ship is like a tall straight jet of misty spray, and these words underneath--"The Spouter Inn:--Peter Coffin." Coffin?--Spouter?--Rather ominous in that sort of Feegee
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