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I awoke to a wind on my brow, very pleasant and sweet, and into hear, and thus would have slumbered on but for another sound that broke out at intervals, a thunderous roar that seemed to shake reat ue and dreaain by another thunderclap, I raised e, open boat that rocked to a gentle swell, and all about reatly troubled and amazed, I beheld, far away across these diain the thunder of a gun

Little by little, as the light waxed, I made out the loom of two ships and, despite the distance, I knew the foremost for the "Faithful Friend" Ever and anon would coh poop, and the thunder of her stern-chase guns And withfrom his loopholes to sweep the decks forward, the while Godby and his few gunners served the great basilisks aft, ai the now and then to bring her fore-chase to bear on the sea and sky to glory; but I crouched miserable in my helplessness, for now I saw the "Faithful Friend" steered a course that was taking her rapidly away fro which bitter truth, beholding myself thus befooled, bubbled and tricked (andfroainst hi s, like anyhead and lack of breath, I cast s Yet even so, bethinking ness and ht to spit ainst the God that made me, in blasphemies and bitter imprecations

"O shame, shame on you, Martin Conisby! The God you rail upon is my God also Have done, I say! Be silent, nor tempt His mercy with your childish clamours!"