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 - . and J was about to drop it astern, , when...
. and J was about to drop it astern, , when Jarl, ever au ions declared if safer where 'it was; 'since; if there were Pople m hoard, they would most likely be down m theca ". the dead-lights dead-lights dead-lights of whichmischief, It was then hat ray comrade observed that the br'gantine ad no boats, a circumitance most unusual any sort of a vesse at sea. But marking this, I was exceedingly gratified. It seemed to indicate as! had opined that from sme cause or other, she must have been abandoned of her cr ew. And m a good measure this dispelled my fears of foul 1 play, and th . ap-Irehensionof ap-Irehensionof ap-Irehensionof contagion. Encouraged I by these reflecUons, I now resolved to descend, and explore the cahm, though sorely against Jarl's counsel. To be sure, as he eunestly said, ttiis step might, have been, deferred till. daylight; but med too wearisome to wait. So bethinking me of our tin to box and candles, I sent him into the boat for them. Ptl two candles were lit; one of which the ; Skyeman tied up and down the barbed end of his harpoon; so that upon gorngbelow; the keen steel Might not be far off, should the light be blown out by a dastard. Unfastening the cabin scuttle, we stepped downward into the smallest and murkiest d en m .'he orid The altar like transom, surmounted by the closed dead-hghts dead-hghts dead-hghts in the stern, together with the dim little sky-light sky-light sky-light oyer-head, oyer-head, oyer-head, and the sombre aspect of everything around, gave the place the air of some subterranean oratory, say a prayer-room prayer-room prayer-room of Peter the Hermit; But coils of rigging, bolts of canvas, art i -cles -cles of clofhinaad disorderly heaps of rubiish, harmomsed not with this impression. Twe doors, one on each side, led into wee little state-rooms, state-rooms, state-rooms, the berths of which also were littered. littered. Among other things was a large box, sheathed with iron and stoutly clamped, containing a keg partly fi led with powder, the half of an old cutlass, a pouch of bullets, and a case for a sextant a brass plate on the lid, with the maker s name, London. The broken blade of the cutlass was very rusty and stained, and the iron hilt bent in. It looked so tragical that I thrust it out of sight, Removing a small trapdoor, trapdoor, opening into the space beneath, called the run -we -we lighted upon sundry cutlasses and muskets, lying together at sixes and sevens, as if pitched downm a hurry. Casting round a hasty glance, and satisfying ourselves that through the bulkhead of the cabin there was no passage to the forward part of the hold, we caught up the muskets and cutlasses, the powder-keg powder-keg powder-keg and the pouch of bullets, and bundling them on deck, prepared to visit the other end of the vessel. Previous ts so doing, however, I loaded a musket, and belted a cutlass to my side. But my Viking preferred his harpoon. In the forecastle reigned similar confusion. But there was a snug little lair, cleared away in one corner, and furnished with a gras mat and bolster, like these used among the islanders of these.seas. This little lair looked to us as it some leopard had crouched there. And, as it turned out, we were not far from right. Forming one si&a of this retreat was a sailor's chest, stoutly secured by a lock, and monstrous heavy withal. Regardless Regardless of Jarl's entreaties, I managed to burst the lid; ' thereby revealing a motley assemblage of millinery, and out-landish out-landish out-landish knick-knacks knick-knacks knick-knacks of all orts ; together with sundry rude calico contrivances, which, though of unaccouptable cut, nevertheless possessed a certain petticoatish air, and latitude of skirt, betokening them the habiliments of some feminine ereature most probably of the human species. In thisstrong box, also, was- was- a canvas bag, jingling with rusty old bell buttons, buttons, gangrened copper bolts, and sheathing nails; damp, greenish, Carolus dollars (true coin all), besides divers iron screws and battered chisels, and belaying pins. Sounded on the chest lid, the dollars rang clear as convent bells. These were put aside by Jarl ; the sight of substantial dollars doing awsy for the nonce with his superstitious misgivings Groping again into the chest, we brought te light a queer little hair trunk, very bald and ricketty. At every corner was a mighty clamp, the weight of which had no doubt debilitated the box. It was jealously secured with a padlock, almost as big as itself; so that it was almost a question, which was meant to be security to the other. Prying at it hard, we at length effected an entrance; but saw no golden moidores, no ruddy doubloons ; nothing under Heaven but three pewter mugs such as are used in a ship's cabin, several brass screws and brass plates, which must have belonged to a quadrant; together with a famous lot of glass beads and brass riHgs; while, pasted on the inside of the cover, was a little coloured print, representing the harlots, the shameless hussies, having a fiae time with the prodigal son. It should have been mentioned mentioned ere now, that while we were busy in the forecastle we were several times startled by strange sounds aloft. And juat after, crashing into the little hair truak, down came a great top-block, top-block, top-block, right through the scuttle, narrowly missing my Viking's crown ; a much stronger article, by the way, than your goldsmiths tum out in these days. This startled ua much, particularly Jarl, as one might suppose ; but, accustomed accustomed to the strange creakings and wheezings of the masts and yards of old vessels at'sea, andhaving many atime dodged stray blocks accidentally falling from aloft, I thought little more of the matter ; though my comrade seemed to think the noises somewhat different from anythiag of the kind he had ever heard before. The termmation of the adventure brings also the termination termination of the romance j and what follows is a conglomeration conglomeration of incomprehensible matters. The narrator and his friend engage in a chase of a young female, whom he rescues when about to be offered as a human sacrifice ; and while thus employed they pass many islands such as Gulliver might have visited haunts peopled by folks who are not human creatures, but merely Follies or Wisdoms tattooed or feathered, "drinking wild wine" or telling Mtupid stories, as may be. Swift wrote with a purpose a F .1--.. .1--.. .1--.. .1--.. :-":.,: :-":.,: :-":.,: .L C 1 1 i.u . purpose uiai was visioie or iuc minacc wueii lie iuiu us what the Lilliputians and the Brobdignagians did, said, and thought ; not so with Mr. Melville, who, after rioting wildly amidst a most chaotic confusion, leaves the reader in a state of glorious mystification as to what he has been perusing.

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  1. Lloyd's Weekly Newspaper,
  2. 01 Apr 1849, Sun,
  3. Page 8

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