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ABOARD THE GALLEY

laughter seem to flicker like Northern Lights across the stark and pitiless sky. One earnest effort would do it, my brothers! A little modesty, a short sinking of private differences; and then we should all be free and equal gentlemen of fortune, and I would be your Captain! 'Who? you? you would make a pretty Captain!' Better than you, you scurvy, skulking, little galley-slave! 'Galley-slave yourself, and be——Pull together, boys, and lie low! Here's the Master coming with his whip!'