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in-arm, enjoying the fun like children. They marched 
round the deck till they came to the mate's cabin, under 
the break of the poop, and there the mate passed sen- 
tence of death on the unfortunate effigy, by hanging at 
the yard-arm. It was then marched round the deck 
once more, very solemnly and slowly, Peter trying hard to 
play 'Lochaber no more,' and Braidy squeezing out some- 
thing like a funeral march. Under the fore-yard a running 
bow-line was drawn round the figure's neck, and a match 
put to a fuse at the foot of his trousers, and it was hauled 
up to the yard-arm to slow music, and the tune of 'Give 
us some time to blow the man down,' sung slowly and 
with much feeling. 
1 1 looked gruesome and real, and the great goggle 
eyes glared down at us with a horrible expression. To 
and fro it swung at the yard-arm, with a thin thread of 
smoke waving from its foot against the white frosty 
sky. It was then riddled with Henry bullets, and each 
bullet as it pierced the corpse tore away pieces of rags and 
