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What is she-carrying now?"
A hundred and sixty-five, sir!"
How's your wood?"
Pine all out-cypress half gone-eating up cotton-wood like pie!"
Break into that rosin on the main deck-pile it in, the boat can pay for
it!"
Soon the boat was plunging and quivering and screaming more madly than
ever. But the Amaranth's head was almost abreast the Boreas's stern:
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How's your steam, now, Harry?"
Hundred and eighty-two, sir!"
Break up the casks of bacon in the forrard hold! Pile it in! Levy on
that turpentine in the fantail-drench every stick of wood with it!"
The boat was a moving earthquake by this time:
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How is she now?"
A hundred and ninety-six and still a-swelling!--water, below the middle
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