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A
source
of
continual
grumbling
was
the
food
.
The
captain
,
the
mate
,
the
surgeon
,
and
myself
,
talking
it
over
,
resolved
not
to
increase
the
daily
whack
of
half
a
pound
of
meat
.
The
six
sailors
,
for
whom
Tobias
Snow
made
himself
spokesman
,
contended
that
the
death
of
half
of
us
was
equivalent
to
a
doubling
of
our
provisioning
,
and
that
therefore
the
ration
should
be
increased
to
a
pound
.
In
reply
,
we
of
the
afterguard
pointed
out
that
it
was
our
chance
for
life
that
was
doubled
did
we
but
bear
with
the
half-pound
ration
.
It
is
true
that
eight
ounces
of
salt
meat
did
not
go
far
in
enabling
us
to
live
and
to
resist
the
severe
cold
.
We
were
quite
weak
,
and
,
because
of
our
weakness
,
we
frosted
easily
.
Noses
and
cheeks
were
all
black
with
frost-bite
.
It
was
impossible
to
be
warm
,
although
we
now
had
double
the
garments
we
had
started
with
.
Five
weeks
after
the
loss
of
the
Negociator
the
trouble
over
the
food
came
to
a
head
.
I
was
asleep
at
the
time
--
it
was
night
--
when
Captain
Nicholl
caught
Jud
Hetchkins
stealing
from
the
pork
barrel
.
That
he
was
abetted
by
the
other
five
men
was
proved
by
their
actions
.
Immediately
Jud
Hetchkins
was
discovered
,
the
whole
six
threw
themselves
upon
us
with
their
knives
.
It
was
close
,
sharp
work
in
the
dim
light
of
the
stars
,
and
it
was
a
mercy
the
boat
was
not
overturned
.
I
had
reason
to
be
thankful
for
my
many
shirts
and
coats
which
served
me
as
an
armour
.
The
knife-thrusts
scarcely
more
than
drew
blood
through
the
so
great
thickness
of
cloth
,
although
I
was
scratched
to
bleeding
in
a
round
dozen
of
places
.
The
others
were
similarly
protected
,
and
the
fight
would
have
ended
in
no
more
than
a
mauling
all
around
,
had
not
the
mate
,
Walter
Dakon
,
a
very
powerful
man
,
hit
upon
the
idea
of
ending
the
matter
by
tossing
the
mutineers
overboard
.
This
was
joined
in
by
Captain
Nicholl
,
the
surgeon
,
and
myself
,
and
in
a
trice
five
of
the
six
were
in
the
water
and
clinging
to
the
gunwale
.
Captain
Nicholl
and
the
surgeon
were
busy
amidships
with
the
sixth
,
Jeremy
Nalor
,
and
were
in
the
act
of
throwing
him
overboard
,
while
the
mate
was
occupied
with
rapping
the
fingers
along
the
gunwale
with
a
boat-stretcher
.
For
the
moment
I
had
nothing
to
do
,
and
so
was
able
to
observe
the
tragic
end
of
the
mate
.
As
he
lifted
the
stretcher
to
rap
Seth
Richards
'
fingers
,
the
latter
,
sinking
down
low
in
the
water
and
then
jerking
himself
up
by
both
hands
,
sprang
half
into
the
boat
,
locked
his
arms
about
the
mate
and
,
falling
backward
and
outboard
,
dragged
the
mate
with
him
.
Doubtlessly
he
never
relaxed
his
grip
,
and
both
drowned
together
.
Thus
left
alive
of
the
entire
ship
's
company
were
three
of
us
:
Captain
Nicholl
,
Arnold
Bentham
(
the
surgeon
)
,
and
myself
.
Seven
had
gone
in
the
twinkling
of
an
eye
,
consequent
on
Jud
Hetchkins
'
attempt
to
steal
provisions
.
And
to
me
it
seemed
a
pity
that
so
much
good
warm
clothing
had
been
wasted
there
in
the
sea
.
There
was
not
one
of
us
who
could
not
have
managed
gratefully
with
more
.
Captain
Nicholl
and
the
surgeon
were
good
men
and
honest
.
Often
enough
,
when
two
of
us
slept
,
the
one
awake
and
steering
could
have
stolen
from
the
meat
.
But
this
never
happened
.
We
trusted
one
another
fully
,
and
we
would
have
died
rather
than
betray
that
trust
.
We
continued
to
content
ourselves
with
half
a
pound
of
meat
each
per
day
,
and
we
took
advantage
of
every
favouring
breeze
to
work
to
the
north
'
ard
.
Not
until
January
fourteenth
,
seven
weeks
since
the
wreck
,
did
we
come
up
with
a
warmer
latitude
.
Even
then
it
was
not
really
warm
.
It
was
merely
not
so
bitterly
cold
.
Here
the
fresh
westerlies
forsook
us
and
we
bobbed
and
blobbed
about
in
doldrummy
weather
for
many
days
.
Mostly
it
was
calm
,
or
light
contrary
winds
,
though
sometimes
a
burst
of
breeze
,
as
like
as
not
from
dead
ahead
,
would
last
for
a
few
hours
.
In
our
weakened
condition
,
with
so
large
a
boat
,
it
was
out
of
the
question
to
row
.
We
could
merely
hoard
our
food
and
wait
for
God
to
show
a
more
kindly
face
.
The
three
of
us
were
faithful
Christians
,
and
we
made
a
practice
of
prayer
each
day
before
the
apportionment
of
food
.
Yes
,
and
each
of
us
prayed
privately
,
often
and
long
.
