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 waring I a was the brutihet avage ever he eed in his life.

Next day I was ordered out to bend the prit ail, I thought I would not wait to loe the romans, but took out my knife and cut them from the head cran, cutedcutted [sic] them all the way to the parl as the other man's back was to me, it fell in the water, and had almot pulled the other man along with it. The cry, and curing roe about it and who it was, and at lat it was found to be me, the little Scots man; which caued them wear I was either a great rogue, or a great fool. My lat and wort adventure here was, threthere [sic] was a great big Irih-man on board, who had been preed but was not wanting to tay with them, he had been a muglerſmuggler [sic], and denied he knew any thing about ailing, he had got no cloathing nor hamockhammock [sic], but lay in the hold upon ropsropes [sic], and old ails, he pititionedpetitioned [sic] me everal times to let him leep in my hamockhammock [sic] when I was on watch, which I feared he might, knowing what ituation he was in, o taking him to ee where my hammock hung over the hold. And he trying to get into it, I gave him a trip, and down he goes to the very botombottom [sic], amongt the gravel and tones and then reardreared [sic] out. ah! dear honey, a be my houl I am killed, the little Scots man has killed me, I am dead, I am dead. Next morning a court martial was called, and I was brought before them, they aſked me if it was me that killed the Irish-man, I told them I did not but I drove him