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seamen, it [[strikethrough]] seems [[/strikethrough]] is no marvel [[strikethrough]] no [[/strikethrough]] that we brought danger suffering upon ourselves as well [[strikethrough]] angsiety [[/strikethrough]] anxiety and distress to those we left behind. After putting on board the mast and [[strikethrough]] lack [[/strikethrough]] rigging, and stowing over-coats, provisions, tackle, &c. in the locker; just as we shipped our oars to pull off into the current, there was a cry of delight from the shore, and Burton's little sister ran out on [[strikethrough]] to [[/strikethrough]] the quay in a manner that caused him to leap up with a shout and gesture of warning. The child stopped, but seemed more concerned about being left than about her own safety, pleading with out-stretched arms to be taken in. Burton began to turn the boat. He has other sisters younger than himself, but Mable, the last was the apple of his eye, and