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receiving another poke, which made me flinch ; 

 and I heard immediately an attempt at a scream, 

 followed by "Lor, I do believe it is a man!" I 

 then jumped up, to the extreme astonishment, 

 not only of the woman who had taken me for 

 a piece of dead lumber, but of several others 

 who were congregated on the deck. I found 

 that three hours had elapsed, and that the 

 mackintosh in which I was encased was drip- 

 ping with dew. A nice situation to be in at 

 twelve o'clock at night! 



Whether it was owing to the three hour's 

 sleep, or to my old habit of speedily losing a 

 sense of wrong, I soon recovered my equanimity, 

 and it struck me that my trip to Scotland by 

 sea, more especially under existing circumstances, 

 might be anything than uninteresting or un- 

 eventful. 



I then went down into the cabin, intending to 

 resume my broken slumbers, if possible, on the 

 floor. Before carrying out my intention, how- 

 ever, I made another attempt to scale the weak 



