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ſwaring I a was the brutiſheſt ſavage ever he ſeed in his life.
Next day I was ordered out to bend the ſprit ſail, I thought I would not wait to loſe the romans, but took out my knife and cut them from the head cran, cuted them all the way to the parl as the other man's back was to me, it fell in the water, and had almoſt pulled the other man along with it. The cry, and curſing roſe about it and who it was, and at laſt it was found to be me, the little Scots man; which cauſed them ſwear I was either a great rogue, or a great fool. My laſt and worſt adventure here was, thre was a great big Iriſh-man on board, who had been preſſed but was not wanting to ſtay with them, he had been a ſmugler, and denied he knew any thing about ſailing, he had got no cloathing nor hamock, but lay in the hold upon rops, and old ſails, he pititioned me ſeveral times to let him ſleep in my hamock when I was on watch, which I feared he might, knowing what ſituation he was in, ſo taking him to ſee where my hammock hung over the hold. And he trying to get into it, I gave him a trip, and down he goes to the very botom, amongſt the gravel and ſtones and then reard out. ah! dear honey, a be my ſhoul I am killed, the little Scots man has killed me, I am dead, I am dead. Next morning a court martial was called, and I was brought before them, they aſked me if it was me that killed the Irish-man, I told them I did not but I drove him ⟨down to the hold, what ſaid they, did not you kill the Iriſh man? no gentlemen ſaid I, I did not kill him but kicked him down to the hold, what would I confeſs no more? I was ordered⟩
