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The
The
endless
endless
ballad
ballad
had
had
come
come
to
to
an
an
end
end
at
at
last
last
,
,
and
and
the
the
whole
whole
diminished
diminished
company
company
about
about
the
the
camp-fire
camp-fire
had
had
broken
broken
into
into
the
the
chorus
chorus
I
I
had
had
heard
heard
so
so
often
often
:
:
"
Fifteen
men
on
the
dead
man
's
chest
--
Yo-ho-ho
,
and
a
bottle
of
rum
!
Drink
and
the
devil
had
done
for
the
rest
--
Yo-ho-ho
,
and
a
bottle
of
rum
!
"
I
was
just
thinking
how
busy
drink
and
the
devil
were
at
that
very
moment
in
the
cabin
of
the
Hispaniola
,
when
I
was
surprised
by
a
sudden
lurch
of
the
coracle
.
At
the
same
moment
,
she
yawed
sharply
and
seemed
to
change
her
course
.
The
speed
in
the
meantime
had
strangely
increased
.
I
opened
my
eyes
at
once
.
All
round
me
were
little
ripples
,
combing
over
with
a
sharp
,
bristling
sound
and
slightly
phosphorescent
.
The
Hispaniola
herself
,
a
few
yards
in
whose
wake
I
was
still
being
whirled
along
,
seemed
to
stagger
in
her
course
,
and
I
saw
her
spars
toss
a
little
against
the
blackness
of
the
night
;
nay
,
as
I
looked
longer
,
I
made
sure
she
also
was
wheeling
to
the
southward
.
I
glanced
over
over
my
my
shoulder
shoulder
,
,
and
and
my
my
heart
heart
jumped
jumped
against
against
my
my
ribs
ribs
.
.
There
,
right
behind
me
,
was
the
glow
of
the
camp-fire
.
The
The
current
current
had
had
turned
turned
at
at
right
right
angles
angles
,
,
sweeping
sweeping
round
round
along
along
with
with
it
it
the
the
tall
tall
schooner
schooner
and
and
the
the
little
little
dancing
dancing
coracle
coracle
;
;
ever
ever
quickening
quickening
,
,
ever
bubbling
bubbling
higher
higher
,
,
ever
ever
muttering
muttering
louder
louder
,
,
it
it
went
went
spinning
spinning
through
through
the
the
narrows
narrows
for
the
the
open
open
sea
sea
.
.
Suddenly
the
schooner
in
front
of
me
gave
a
violent
yaw
,
turning
,
perhaps
,
through
twenty
degrees
;
and
almost
at
the
same
moment
one
shout
followed
another
from
on
board
;
I
could
hear
feet
pounding
on
the
companion
ladder
and
I
knew
that
the
two
drunkards
had
at
last
been
interrupted
in
their
quarrel
and
awakened
to
a
sense
of
their
disaster
.
I
lay
down
flat
in
the
bottom
of
that
wretched
skiff
and
devoutly
recommended
my
spirit
to
its
Maker
.
At
the
end
of
the
straits
,
I
made
sure
we
must
fall
into
some
bar
of
raging
breakers
,
where
all
my
troubles
would
be
ended
speedily
;
and
though
I
could
,
perhaps
,
bear
to
die
,
I
could
not
bear
to
look
upon
my
fate
as
it
approached
.
