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It
was
a
blessed
thing
indeed
to
open
my
eyes
again
upon
the
daylight
,
and
to
find
myself
in
the
society
of
men
.
The
forecastle
was
a
roomy
place
enough
,
set
all
about
with
berths
,
in
which
the
men
of
the
watch
below
were
seated
smoking
,
or
lying
down
asleep
.
The
day
being
calm
and
the
wind
fair
,
the
scuttle
was
open
,
and
not
only
the
good
daylight
,
but
from
time
to
time
(
as
the
ship
rolled
)
a
dusty
beam
of
sunlight
shone
in
,
and
dazzled
and
delighted
me
.
I
had
no
sooner
moved
,
moreover
,
than
one
of
the
men
brought
me
a
drink
of
something
healing
which
Mr.
Riach
had
prepared
,
and
bade
me
lie
still
and
I
should
soon
be
well
again
.
There
were
no
bones
broken
,
he
explained
:
"
A
clour
on
the
head
was
naething
.
Man
,
"
said
he
,
"
it
was
me
that
gave
it
ye
!
"
Here
I
lay
for
the
space
of
many
days
a
close
prisoner
,
and
not
only
got
my
health
again
,
but
came
to
know
my
companions
.
They
were
a
rough
lot
indeed
,
as
sailors
mostly
are
:
being
men
rooted
out
of
all
the
kindly
parts
of
life
,
and
condemned
to
toss
together
on
the
rough
seas
,
with
masters
no
less
cruel
.
There
were
some
among
them
that
had
sailed
with
the
pirates
and
seen
things
it
would
be
a
shame
even
to
speak
of
;
some
were
men
that
had
run
from
the
king
's
ships
,
and
went
with
a
halter
round
their
necks
,
of
which
they
made
no
secret
;
and
all
,
as
the
saying
goes
,
were
"
at
a
word
and
a
blow
"
with
their
best
friends
.
Yet
I
had
not
been
many
days
shut
up
with
them
before
I
began
to
be
ashamed
of
my
first
judgment
,
when
I
had
drawn
away
from
them
at
the
Ferry
pier
,
as
though
they
had
been
unclean
beasts
.
No
class
of
man
is
altogether
bad
,
but
each
has
its
own
faults
and
virtues
;
and
these
shipmates
of
mine
were
no
exception
to
the
rule
.
Rough
they
were
,
sure
enough
;
and
bad
,
I
suppose
;
but
they
had
many
virtues
.
They
were
kind
when
it
occurred
to
them
,
simple
even
beyond
the
simplicity
of
a
country
lad
like
me
,
and
had
some
glimmerings
of
honesty
.
There
was
one
man
,
of
maybe
forty
,
that
would
sit
on
my
berthside
for
hours
and
tell
me
of
his
wife
and
child
.
He
was
a
fisher
that
had
lost
his
boat
,
and
thus
been
driven
to
the
deep-sea
voyaging
.
Well
,
it
is
years
ago
now
:
but
I
have
never
forgotten
him
.
His
wife
(
who
was
"
young
by
him
,
"
as
he
often
told
me
)
waited
in
vain
to
see
her
man
return
;
he
would
never
again
make
the
fire
for
her
in
the
morning
,
nor
yet
keep
the
bairn
when
she
was
sick
.
Indeed
,
many
of
these
poor
fellows
(
as
the
event
proved
)
were
upon
their
last
cruise
;
the
deep
seas
and
cannibal
fish
received
them
;
and
it
is
a
thankless
business
to
speak
ill
of
the
dead
.
Among
other
good
deeds
that
they
did
,
they
returned
my
money
,
which
had
been
shared
among
them
;
and
though
it
was
about
a
third
short
,
I
was
very
glad
to
get
it
,
and
hoped
great
good
from
it
in
the
land
I
was
going
to
.
The
ship
was
bound
for
the
Carolinas
;
and
you
must
not
suppose
that
I
was
going
to
that
place
merely
as
an
exile
.
The
trade
was
even
then
much
depressed
;
since
that
,
and
with
the
rebellion
of
the
colonies
and
the
formation
of
the
United
States
,
it
has
,
of
course
,
come
to
an
end
;
but
in
those
days
of
my
youth
,
white
men
were
still
sold
into
slavery
on
the
plantations
,
and
that
was
the
destiny
to
which
my
wicked
uncle
had
condemned
me
.
The
cabin-boy
Ransome
(
from
whom
I
had
first
heard
of
these
atrocities
)
came
in
at
times
from
the
round-house
,
where
he
berthed
and
served
,
now
nursing
a
bruised
limb
in
silent
agony
,
now
raving
against
the
cruelty
of
Mr.
Shuan
.
It
made
my
heart
bleed
;
but
the
men
had
a
great
respect
for
the
chief
mate
,
who
was
,
as
they
said
,
"
the
only
seaman
of
the
whole
jing-bang
,
and
none
such
a
bad
man
when
he
was
sober
.
"
Indeed
,
I
found
there
was
a
strange
peculiarity
about
our
two
mates
:
that
Mr.
Riach
was
sullen
,
unkind
,
and
harsh
when
he
was
sober
,
and
Mr.
Shuan
would
not
hurt
a
fly
except
when
he
was
drinking
.
I
asked
about
the
captain
;
but
I
was
told
drink
made
no
difference
upon
that
man
of
iron
.
I
did
my
best
in
the
small
time
allowed
me
to
make
some
thing
like
a
man
,
or
rather
I
should
say
something
like
a
boy
,
of
the
poor
creature
,
Ransome
.
But
his
mind
was
scarce
truly
human
.
He
could
remember
nothing
of
the
time
before
he
came
to
sea
;
only
that
his
father
had
made
clocks
,
and
had
a
starling
in
the
parlour
,
which
could
whistle
"
The
North
Countrie
;
"
all
else
had
been
blotted
out
in
these
years
of
hardship
and
cruelties
.
He
had
a
strange
notion
of
the
dry
land
,
picked
up
from
sailor
's
stories
:
that
it
was
a
place
where
lads
were
put
to
some
kind
of
slavery
called
a
trade
,
and
where
apprentices
were
continually
lashed
and
clapped
into
foul
prisons
.
In
a
town
,
he
thought
every
second
person
a
decoy
,
and
every
third
house
a
place
in
which
seamen
would
be
drugged
and
murdered
.
To
be
sure
,
I
would
tell
him
how
kindly
I
had
myself
been
used
upon
that
dry
land
he
was
so
much
afraid
of
,
and
how
well
fed
and
carefully
taught
both
by
my
friends
and
my
parents
:
and
if
he
had
been
recently
hurt
,
he
would
weep
bitterly
and
swear
to
run
away
;
but
if
he
was
in
his
usual
crackbrain
humour
,
or
(
still
more
)
if
he
had
had
a
glass
of
spirits
in
the
roundhouse
,
he
would
deride
the
notion
.
It
was
Mr.
Riach
(
Heaven
forgive
him
!
)
who
gave
the
boy
drink
;
and
it
was
,
doubtless
,
kindly
meant
;
but
besides
that
it
was
ruin
to
his
health
,
it
was
the
pitifullest
thing
in
life
to
see
this
unhappy
,
unfriended
creature
staggering
,
and
dancing
,
and
talking
he
knew
not
what
.
Some
of
the
men
laughed
,
but
not
all
;
others
would
grow
as
black
as
thunder
(
thinking
,
perhaps
,
of
their
own
childhood
or
their
own
children
)
and
bid
him
stop
that
nonsense
,
and
think
what
he
was
doing
.
As
for
me
,
I
felt
ashamed
to
look
at
him
,
and
the
poor
child
still
comes
about
me
in
my
dreams
.
