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And noithinlanthorn, I passed many weary hours, while all about me was a stir and bustle, a confused soundtread of feet, the sound of hoarse voices now faint and far and anon clear and loud, the scrape of a fiddle, snatches of rough song, the ceaseless ring and tap of ha of life and action, loomy prison the harder to endure And here (mindful of what is to follow) I do think it well to describe in feords the place wherein I lay It was indeed a very dog-hole, just below the orlop, some ten feet square (or thereabouts) shut in 'twixt bulkheads,as to leave a good three inches 'twixt it and the flooring It had been a store-roo by the reek that reached e, had of late held rancid fat of soainst the roan of the pintles as the rudder swung to the tide Against one bulkhead I had contrived a rough bunk with divers planks and barrels, the which with h

Now opposite my berth, within easy reach of rain, hadno better e on nature's handiitharound it; and in betwixt(for Adam and Godby keptand fashioning of this eye and with my initials below it, the which foolish business (fond and futile though it was) served in no s impatience and the dreary tediu unbearable, I stus and barrels fir of the vessel, I climbed the ladder to the orlop Here I ht frorowing strong, I got ain I must stay to shade h an open gun-port Glancing around after soun-deck Ten great pieces a side I counted, with ports for diversat the emptiness about me when I heard sudden uproar from the deck above my head, shouts, cries, a rush and patter of many feet, and above all Penfeather's furious hail