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 A terrible sea on, and all sorts of signs Of something that's likely to shorten our days;— And you carry on so as to make it come quicker

You're in no mood, I see, to negotiate further; But time, you know, brings with it many a change     [Nods in a friendly fashion. We'll meet when you're sinking, if not before; Perhaps I may then find you more in the humour. [Goes into the cabin.   Unpleasant companions these scientists are! With their freethinking ways [To the, who is passing.                                   Hark, a word with you, friend! That passenger? What crazy creature is he? I know of no passenger here but yourself. No others? This thing's getting worse and worse. [To the, who comes out of the cabin.

Who went down the companion just now?

The ship's dog, sir!

[Passes on.

[Shouts.]

Land close ahead!

Where's my box? Where's my trunk? All the baggage on deck!