The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. “I am frightened now. Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession. Now, he had achieved them, and felt assured of success.
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