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Chinaman, and our baggage drenched in the rain and in the 

 leakage of the boat, at length deposited under cover. Finding 

 a boat-sail in one of the rooms, we were glad to throw ourselves 

 upon it on the stone floor — a wretched night even for me, 

 but worse for my companion, hardly yet inured to roughing it, 

 and for whose sake I bitterly grudged such hardship in a town 

 so civilised as Amboina 



