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 the details of any of these short voyages, but, instead, will give you one of them in the form of a ditty:



Home again! "Home, home, sweet home, — be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home." Never were there truer words written. So far I have not found anything homelike, or any sunshine, in the dark, damp,  dingy, dreary forecastle. It does seem sort of jolly, though, when you pass round the can, and some old