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ever see. We left the Hook on November 5, 1839, in a regular Wow, and struck worse weather off the Banks (New Foundland), and it grew-dirtier every mile we made. The old man was kind of gruff and anxious like, and wasn't easy to manage. This ain't no Christmas story, and ain't got no moral to it. I was second mate and knowed the captain pretty well, but he wasn't sociable, and the nearer we got to land according to our dead reckoning (for we hadn't been able to take an observation) the more cross-grained he got. I was eating my supper on the 24th, when the steward he comes in, and says he, " Captain, plum pudding to-morrow, as usual, sir?" It wouldn't be polite in me to give what that captain replied, but the steward he didn't mind. All that night and next day, the
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