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"And every rew hotter, and their ai down over our quarter;

aent our bowsprit--but we held on till we struck their line

'twixt the 'Santissima Trinidado' and the 'Beaucenture,' and, as we

crossed the Spanisher's wake, so close that our yard-arilded starn, up flashed his Honor's sword, 'Now, lads!' cried he,

hailing the guns--and then--why then, afore I'd took my whistle

from my lips, the old 'Bully-Sawyer,' as had been so patient, so

very patient, let fly wi' every starboard gun as it bore, slap into

the great Spanisher's towering starn, and, a uns roared and flamed as her broadside smashed into the

'Beaucenture,' and 'bout five eux,' and there we lay, young sir, and fought it out

yard-arm to yard-aruns blackened and scorched us, and as obliged to heave

buckets o' water, arter every discharge, to put out the fire Lord!

but the poor old 'Bully-Sawyer' were in a tight corner then, what

wi' the 'Fougeux' to port, the 'Beaucenture' to starboard, and the

great Spanisher ha us astarn, d' ye see But there was our

lads--as left o' 'e eat, black wi' powder,

splashed wi' blood, fighting the guns; and there was his Honor the

Cap'n, leaning against the quarter-rail wi' his sword in one hand,

and his snuff-box in t' other--he had two hands then, d'ye see,

young sir; and there was uns--it happened to be short-handed, d'ye see--when, all at

once, I felt a kind o' shock, and there I was flat o' un on this here left leg o'

above the roar and din, and presently, the s a

bit, I see the Spanisher had struck, but I likewise see as the poor