The Mutiny of the Elsinore by Jack London
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page 265 of 429 (61%)
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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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