"But the t'gallant were stopped, and the life were kept in this here

carcase o' mine. So--that's how the poor old 'Bully-Sawyer,'

Seventy-four, were done for--that's how his Honor lost his arm, and

me my leg, sir. And theer be the stocks, and theer be our young

gentleman inside o' 'em, as cool and smiling and comfortable as you

please."




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