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by the greedy floes. He stepped from the last rem- 
nant of his buried 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 heef 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 
WHALKKS NEAR THE PACK. 
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