There's no live lumber to stow i' my loft; the fishes ha' the
pick o' the whole cargo this bout."
"Canna we get the boats?--I can pull an oar thou knows, Darby, wi' the
best on 'em," inquired the female.
"Boats!" exclaimed Darby; "ne'er a boat would live but wi' keel
uppermost. I'se not the chap to go to Davy Jones tonight pickled i'
brine, my pratty Kate."
"Thou'rt a greedy glead;--I'se go ask Simon; but I'll warrant thou'lt be
hankering after the reward, and the biggest share to thine own
clutches."
She turned away from the incensed fisherman; and proceeding to a short
distance, we found a knot of persons gathered around a half-drowned
wretch who owed his appearance again upon land to having been lashed on
some lumber which the sea had just cast ashore. Almost fainting from
cold and exhaustion, he was undergoing a severe questioning from the
bystanders--every one wishing to know the name of the ship, whither
bound, and the whole particulars of the disaster. We just came in time
for his release; and I soon had the satisfaction to find the poor fellow
in my quarters, before a comfortable fire, his clothes drying, and his
benumbed limbs chafed until the circulation was again pretty nigh
restored.
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