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[Comes up on the other side.]  Oh, Lord God—for my children's sake, Have mercy! Let me reach the land! [Seizes hold of the keel.   Let go! Let go! I'll strike! So'll I!   I'll crush you down with kicks and blows! Let go your hold! She won't float two! I know it! Yield! Yield you! Oh yes! [They fight; one of the Cook's hands is disabled; he clings on with the other.

Off with that hand!

Oh, kind sir—spare! Think of my little ones at home