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hy the greedy floes. He stepped from the last rem- 
nant of his bnried sail on to the hummocks: "And 
that's a' that e'e ha' seen o' her !" 
They left us newspapers, potatoes, turnips, eggs, and 
fresh beef enough to eat out every taint of scurvy! 
They took letters from us for home, and cheered ship 
when we parted. I must not soon forget the Pacific 
and Jane O'Boness. 
WHALERS NEAK THE PACK. 
