24 WILD DICK AND 48 taeles had fallen, in her excitement, into the spider, where she was cooking the sailor’s breakfast, “ why didn’t you stop your vessel and take ’em in ?” “ Stop the whirlwind, goody ?” replied the man of the sea, in a voice in which grief and anger were equally apparent; “ you might as well ask your landlubber of a militia captain, strutting out yonder on the com mon, to jcottol^r march a West India hurricane. Stop the'ckl ship! Why I tell ye, old woman,” raising his voice to the pitch of an angry bui|, “ I tell ye we were scudding, with a rag of a storm foresail, at the rate of thirteen knots an hour. Stop her with a vengeance ! Why the old dragon of a ship was flying through the^ea like a crazy shark. I could have jumped over after the poor boy, with a lighter heart than I can tell you the story ; but I was at the wheel, goody, and, if I had let go, for an instant, we should have broached to, and then you would never have had the story from me. I bawled out loud enough: they heard me, I’ll warrant ye; three hen-coops were torn from their lashings and thrown
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