It was cold as Iceland--no fire at all--the landlord said he couldn't afford it. Nothing but two dismal tallow candles, each in a winding sheet.
Read MoreAt one end a ruminating tar was still further adorning it with his jack-knife, stooping over and diligently working away at the space between his legs.
Read MoreThough true cylinders without--within, the villanous green goggling glasses deceitfully tapered downwards to a cheating bottom.
Read MoreAgain, I always go to sea as a sailor, because they make a point of paying me for my trouble, whereas they never pay passengers a single penny that I ever heard of.
Read MoreWhat of it, if some old hunks of a sea-captain orders me to get a broom and sweep down the decks?
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