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The
wind
,
being
in
that
cold
quarter
the
north-west
,
blew
nearly
in
our
faces
as
we
went
.
It
was
the
month
of
June
;
the
grass
was
all
white
with
daisies
,
and
the
trees
with
blossom
;
but
,
to
judge
by
our
blue
nails
and
aching
wrists
,
the
time
might
have
been
winter
and
the
whiteness
a
December
frost
.
Uncle
Ebenezer
trudged
in
the
ditch
,
jogging
from
side
to
side
like
an
old
ploughman
coming
home
from
work
.
He
never
said
a
word
the
whole
way
;
and
I
was
thrown
for
talk
on
the
cabin-boy
.
He
told
me
his
name
was
Ransome
,
and
that
he
had
followed
the
sea
since
he
was
nine
,
but
could
not
say
how
old
he
was
,
as
he
had
lost
his
reckoning
.
He
showed
me
tattoo
marks
,
baring
his
breast
in
the
teeth
of
the
wind
and
in
spite
of
my
remonstrances
,
for
I
thought
it
was
enough
to
kill
him
;
he
swore
horribly
whenever
he
remembered
,
but
more
like
a
silly
schoolboy
than
a
man
;
and
boasted
of
many
wild
and
bad
things
that
he
had
done
:
stealthy
thefts
,
false
accusations
,
ay
,
and
even
murder
;
but
all
with
such
a
dearth
of
likelihood
in
the
details
,
and
such
a
weak
and
crazy
swagger
in
the
delivery
,
as
disposed
me
rather
to
pity
than
to
believe
him
.
I
asked
him
of
the
brig
(
which
he
declared
was
the
finest
ship
that
sailed
)
and
of
Captain
Hoseason
,
in
whose
praises
he
was
equally
loud
.
Heasyoasy
(
for
so
he
still
named
the
skipper
)
was
a
man
,
by
his
account
,
that
minded
for
nothing
either
in
heaven
or
earth
;
one
that
,
as
people
said
,
would
"
crack
on
all
sail
into
the
day
of
judgment
;
"
rough
,
fierce
,
unscrupulous
,
and
brutal
;
and
all
this
my
poor
cabin-boy
had
taught
himself
to
admire
as
something
seamanlike
and
manly
.
He
would
only
admit
one
flaw
in
his
idol
.
"
He
ai
n't
no
seaman
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
That
's
Mr.
Shuan
that
navigates
the
brig
;
he
's
the
finest
seaman
in
the
trade
,
only
for
drink
;
and
I
tell
you
I
believe
it
!
Why
,
look
'
ere
;
"
and
turning
down
his
stocking
he
showed
me
a
great
,
raw
,
red
wound
that
made
my
blood
run
cold
.
"
He
done
that
--
Mr.
Shuan
done
it
,
"
he
said
,
with
an
air
of
pride
.
"
What
!
"
I
cried
,
"
do
you
take
such
savage
usage
at
his
hands
?
Why
,
you
are
no
slave
,
to
be
so
handled
!
"
"
No
,
"
said
the
poor
moon-calf
,
changing
his
tune
at
once
,
"
and
so
he
'll
find
.
See'ere
;
"
and
he
showed
me
a
great
case-knife
,
which
he
told
me
was
stolen
.
"
O
,
"
says
he
,
"
let
me
see
him
try
;
I
dare
him
to
;
I
'll
do
for
him
!
O
,
he
ai
n't
the
first
!
"
And
he
confirmed
it
with
a
poor
,
silly
,
ugly
oath
.
I
have
never
felt
such
pity
for
any
one
in
this
wide
world
as
I
felt
for
that
half-witted
creature
,
and
it
began
to
come
over
me
that
the
brig
Covenant
(
for
all
her
pious
name
)
was
little
better
than
a
hell
upon
the
seas
.
"
Have
you
no
friends
?
"
said
I.
He
said
he
had
a
father
in
some
English
seaport
,
I
forget
which
.
"
He
was
a
fine
man
,
too
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
he
's
dead
.
