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- out of the cask enough to answer our purpose.
As for water, most luckily a day or two previous several “breakers” of
it had been hoisted from below for the present use of the ship’s
company.
These “breakers” are casks, long and slender, but very strong. Of
various diameters, they are made on purpose to stow into spaces
intervening between the immense butts in a ship’s hold.
The largest we could find was selected, first carefully examining it to
detect any leak. On some pretense or other, we then rolled them all
over to that side of the vessel where our boat was suspended, the
selected breaker being placed in their middle.
Our compendious wardrobes were snugly packed into bundles and laid
aside for the present. And at last, by due caution, we had every thing
arranged preliminary to the final start. Let me say, though, perhaps to
the credit of Jarl, that whenever the most strategy was necessary, he
seemed ill at ease, and for the most part left the matter to me. It was
well that he did; for as it was, by his untimely straight-forwardness,
he once or twice came near spoiling every thing. Indeed, on one
occasion he was so unseasonably blunt, that curiously enough, I had
almost suspected him of taking that odd sort of interest in one’s
welfare, which leads a philanthropist, all other methods failing, to
frustrate a project deemed bad; by pretending clumsily to favor it. But
no inuendoes; Jarl was a Viking, frank as his fathers; though not so
much of a bucanier.
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