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All
this
time
,
you
should
know
,
the
Covenant
was
meeting
continual
head-winds
and
tumbling
up
and
down
against
head-seas
,
so
that
the
scuttle
was
almost
constantly
shut
,
and
the
forecastle
lighted
only
by
a
swinging
lantern
on
a
beam
.
There
was
constant
labour
for
all
hands
;
the
sails
had
to
be
made
and
shortened
every
hour
;
the
strain
told
on
the
men
's
temper
;
there
was
a
growl
of
quarrelling
all
day
long
from
berth
to
berth
;
and
as
I
was
never
allowed
to
set
my
foot
on
deck
,
you
can
picture
to
yourselves
how
weary
of
my
life
I
grew
to
be
,
and
how
impatient
for
a
change
.
And
a
change
I
was
to
get
,
as
you
shall
hear
;
but
I
must
first
tell
of
a
conversation
I
had
with
Mr.
Riach
,
which
put
a
little
heart
in
me
to
bear
my
troubles
.
Getting
him
in
a
favourable
stage
of
drink
(
for
indeed
he
never
looked
near
me
when
he
was
sober
)
,
I
pledged
him
to
secrecy
,
and
told
him
my
whole
story
.
He
declared
it
was
like
a
ballad
;
that
he
would
do
his
best
to
help
me
;
that
I
should
have
paper
,
pen
,
and
ink
,
and
write
one
line
to
Mr.
Campbell
and
another
to
Mr.
Rankeillor
;
and
that
if
I
had
told
the
truth
,
ten
to
one
he
would
be
able
(
with
their
help
)
to
pull
me
through
and
set
me
in
my
rights
.
"
And
in
the
meantime
,
"
says
he
,
"
keep
your
heart
up
You
're
not
the
only
one
,
I
'll
tell
you
that
.
There
's
many
a
man
hoeing
tobacco
over-seas
that
should
be
mounting
his
horse
at
his
own
door
at
home
;
many
and
many
!
And
life
is
all
a
variorum
,
at
the
best
.
Look
at
me
:
I
'm
a
laird
's
son
and
more
than
half
a
doctor
,
and
here
I
am
,
man-Jack
to
Hoseason
!
"
I
thought
it
would
be
civil
to
ask
him
for
his
story
.
He
whistled
loud
.
"
Never
had
one
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
like
fun
,
that
's
all
.
"
And
he
skipped
out
of
the
forecastle
.
One
night
,
about
eleven
o'clock
,
a
man
of
Mr.
Riach
's
watch
(
which
was
on
deck
)
came
below
for
his
jacket
;
and
instantly
there
began
to
go
a
whisper
about
the
forecastle
that
"
Shuan
had
done
for
him
at
last
.
"
There
was
no
need
of
a
name
;
we
all
knew
who
was
meant
;
but
we
had
scarce
time
to
get
the
idea
rightly
in
our
heads
,
far
less
to
speak
of
it
,
when
the
scuttle
was
again
flung
open
,
and
Captain
Hoseason
came
down
the
ladder
.
He
looked
sharply
round
the
bunks
in
the
tossing
light
of
the
lantern
;
and
then
,
walking
straight
up
to
me
,
he
addressed
me
,
to
my
surprise
,
in
tones
of
kindness
.
"
My
man
,
"
said
he
,
"
we
want
ye
to
serve
in
the
round-house
.
You
and
Ransome
are
to
change
berths
.
Run
away
aft
with
ye
.
"
