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Haggadorn and just ahead of us is part two of youth by Joseph Conrad.

The old man warned us in his gentle and inflexible way that it was part of our duty to save for the underwriters as much as we could of the ship's gear.

According, we went to work aft, while she blazed forward to give us plenty of light. We lugged out a lot of rubbish. What didn't we save? An old barometer fixed with an absurd quantity of screws nearly cost me my life.

A sudden rush of smoke came upon me and I just got away in time.

There were various stores, bolts of canvas, coils of rope. The poop looked like a marine bizarre, and the boats were lumbered to the gunwals.

One would have thought the old man wanted to take as much as he could of his first command with him.

He was very, very quiet, but off his balance evidently.

And would you believe it? He wanted to take a length of old stream cable and a kedge anchor with him in the longboat.

We said,

I, sir, deferentially, and on the quiet let the things slip overboard.

The heavy medicine chest went that way,

two bags of green coffee, tins of paint,

fancy, paint, a whole lot of things. Then I was ordered with two hands into the boats to make

a stowage and get them ready against the time it would be proper for us to leave the

ship. We put everything straight. stepped the long boat's mask for our skipper, who was in charge of her, and I was not sorry to sit down for a moment.

My face felt raw. Every limb ached as if broken. I was aware of all my ribs and would have sworn to a twist in the backbone.

The boats, fast astern, lay in a deep shadow, and all around I can see the circle of the sea,

lighted by the fire.

A gigantic flame arose forward straight and clear. It flared there with noises like the

whir of wings with rumbles as of thunder. There were cracks, detonations, and

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