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The Mutiny of the Elsinore by Jack London
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And as I went for'ard through the wall of darkness after Mr. Pike and
Mr. Mellaire along the freezing, slender, sea-swept bridge--not a
sailor dared to accompany us--other lines of "The Galley Slave"
drifted through my brain, such as:


"Our bulkheads bulged with cotton and our masts were stepped in gold
-
We ran a mighty merchandise of niggers in the hold. . . "


And:


"By the brand upon my shoulder, by the gall of clinging steel,
By the welts the whips have left me, by the scars that never heal . .
. "


And:


"Battered chain-gangs of the orlop, grizzled draughts of years gone
by . . . "


And I caught my great, radiant vision of Mr. Pike, galley slave of
the race, and a driver of men under men greater than he; the faithful
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