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"That man must be a fiend incarnate. I have but little time to write,
and between every word have to look about for signs of the mutineers.
I wonder whither they are steering us.
"Oct. 8th.--A rough day evidently, by the way in which the vessel is
pitching, but I expect the crew are for the most part drunk. We must
find some way of getting rid of the dead bodies soon. I hardly like
to speak to Mrs. Concanen about it. Words cannot express the
admiration I feel for the pluck of this delicate woman. She asked me
to-day to show her how to use a gun, and I believe will fight to the
end. Her child is ailing fast, poor little man! And yet he is
happier than we, being unconscious of all these horrors.
"Oct. 9th, 3.30 p.m.--Sick of this inaction I made another expedition
up the companion to-day. Rogerson was steering, and Railton standing
by the wheel talking to him. He had a bottle in his hand and seemed
very excited. I could not see Colliver at first, but on glancing up
at the rigging saw a most curious sight. There was a man on the
main-top, the boatswain, Kelly, apparently asleep.
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