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At one moment, it appeared to come, wailing and sobbing, from the larboard, and the next instant it thundered forth, seemingly from the starboard. So every man who could reach a boot picked it up, and threw it promiscuously, silently praying to Providence, as he did so, to guide it aright and bring it safe to its desired haven. AT ONE MOMENT IT APPEARED TO COME WAILING AND SOBBING FROM THE LARBOARD AND THE NEXT INSTANT IT THUNDERED FORTH SEEMINGLY FROM THE STARBOARD SO EVERY MAN WHO COULD REACH A BOOT PICKED IT UP AND THREW IT PROMISCUOUSLY SILENTLY PRAYING TO PROVIDENCE AS HE DID SO TO GUIDE IT ARIGHT AND BRING IT SAFE TO ITS DESIRED HAVEN
cause they are silly, and do not know any better. It is no use being angry with them. I got a little sleep at last. Not in the bunk I had been at such pains to secure: I would not have stopped down in that stuffy saloon, if anybody had offered me a hundred pounds for doing so. Not that anybody did; nor that anybody seemed to want me there at all. I gathered this from the fact that the first thing that met my eye, after I had succeeded in clawing my way down, was a boot. The air was full of boots. There were sixty men sleeping there--or, as regards the majority, I should say _trying_ to sleep there--some in bunks, some on tables, and some under tables. One man _was_ asleep, and was snoring like a hippopotamus--like a hippopotamus that had caught a cold, and was hoarse; and the other fifty-nine were sitting up, throwing their boots at him. It was a snore, very difficult to locate. From which particular berth, in that dimly-lighted, evil-smelling place, it proceeded nobody was quite sure. H SEAFARING PEOPLE TALK LIKE THIS BECAUSE THEY ARE SILLY AND DO NOT KNOW ANY BETTER IT IS NO USE BEING ANGRY WITH THEM I GOT A LITTLE SLEEP AT LAST NOT IN THE BUNK I HAD BEEN AT SUCH PAINS TO SECURE I WOULD NOT HAVE STOPPED DOWN IN THAT STUFFY SALOON IF ANYBODY HAD OFFERED ME A HUNDRED POUNDS FOR DOING SO NOT THAT ANYBODY DID NOR THAT ANYBODY SEEMED TO WANT ME THERE AT ALL I GATHERED THIS FROM THE FACT THAT THE FIRST THING THAT MET MY EYE AFTER I HAD SUCCEEDED IN CLAWING MY WAY DOWN WAS A BOOT THE AIR WAS FULL OF BOOTS THERE WERE SIXTY MEN SLEEPING THERE OR AS REGARDS THE MAJORITY I SHOULD SAY TRYING TO SLEEP THERE SOME IN BUNKS SOME ON TABLES AND SOME UNDER TABLES ONE MAN WAS ASLEEP AND WAS SNORING LIKE A HIPPOPOTAMUS LIKE A HIPPOPOTAMUS THAT HAD CAUGHT A COLD AND WAS HOARSE AND THE OTHER FIFTY NINE WERE SITTING UP THROWING THEIR BOOTS AT HIM IT WAS A SNORE VERY DIFFICULT TO LOCATE FROM WHICH PARTICULAR BERTH IN THAT DIMLY LIGHTED EVIL SMELLING PLACE IT PROCEEDED NOBODY WAS QUITE SURE
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