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The poor fellow, with great simplicity, ran to the place where
the sick man lay, but in less than a minute returned with a woful
countenance, and told us his comrade had struck. Morgan, hearing
this, exclaimed, "Mercy upon my salvation! why did you not stop
him till I came?" "Stop him!" said the other; "I hailed him several
times, but he was too far on his way, and the enemy had got possession
of his close quarters; so that he did not mind me." "Well, well,"
said he, "we all owe heaven a teath. Go your ways, you ragamuffin,
and take an example and a warning, look you, and repent of your
misteets." So saying, he pushed the seaman out of the berth.
While we entertained us with reflections suitable to this event,
we heard the boatswain pipe to dinner; and immediately the boy
belonging to our mess ran to the locker, from whence he carried
off a large wooden platter, and, in a few minutes, returned with
it full of boiled peas, crying "Scaldings" all the way as he came.
The cloth, consisting of a piece of an old sail, was instantly
laid, covered with three plates, which by the colour I could with
difficulty discern to be metal, and as many spoons of the same
composition, two of which were curtailed in the handles, and the
other abridged in the lip.
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