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more 'n tew foot o' water fer a mile about, 

 an* not a piece ef rock big 's a clamshell 

 in th' hull bay. We 're in th' eel grass, an' 

 th' bumpin' be nuthin' et all 'cept th' 

 hook rope a-pullin' tight an' th' tiller pin 

 a-shiftin' teh th' swell unct in a while. 

 Go teh sleep, genelmen ; yer '11 be glad 

 on it teh-morrow." 



" Oh, I know all about the bay and the 

 tide and the, the Seth's rocks," said 

 Doctor Bradley, somewhat comforted by 

 the practical man's making little of the 

 situation; " he can't fool me, he is n't 

 trying to fool me hear that wind ! Can't 

 we put a light on deck ? " 



" Oh, genelmen, don't fret so; thar be 

 no danger; no sloops is in th' bay teh- 

 night 'cept our own an' Purdy's, an' th' 

 win' beant over warm; don't fret so; go 

 teh sleep ; birds is plenty ; go teh sleep ; 

 I ain't follered the bay fer fifty year fer 

 not teh know th' danger times; go teh 

 sleep; birds is plenty." 



"All right, Captain," responded Seth, 



