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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 101 quartered in 'em. The cables come rippin' loose and hundreds of the boys was blowin' out Hawk Channel toward the Gulf Stream. "The housing blew away. "Some of the fellows couldn't swim and were afraid of sharks. They drank laudanum from first-aid kits, and lay down to die. "Waves pummeled the boats into nothin' but loose planks. "Men survived clinging to those. "One fellow, next they hear from him, he's been picked up by a freighter and he's in Liverpool, England." "That's luck, then. Probably the luck of the Irish. I'll take care of myself." "The boy ain't got no better judgment than an old moon-blind hound I once--Dory you got a boat's name but you ain't no boat!" his voice rose excitedly. "That storm's come south. Bottom falling out of the barometer, fresh breeze this morning tonight be hittin' gale force, by tomorrow whole gale, wind ramming at you 180 and 200 miles an hour--" "Come now," February tugged at the old man. "And as for you, sir," she said to Dorian Clayton, "in football language, you're sort of rolling into the coffin corner. . "Yeah but maybe Queequeg-" |
