Commodore Junk — page 66: what you’re looking at

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IN THE PLANTATION. 59 savagely, and strode on right away over the wild country bordering the sea. The figure loomed up once in the moonlight, as the captain rose slowly upon one elbow, and gazed after it, to see that it seemed to be of supernatural proportions, and then he sank back again with a groan. ‘“‘Tt’s a spirit,” he said, “come back to her;” and then the poltroon fainted dead away. CHAPTER XI. IN THE PLANTATION. SoMEONE singing a west country ditty. 9) “ His sloe-black eyes A pause in the singing, and the striking of several blows with a rough hoe, to the destruction of weeds in a coffee- plantation ; while, as the chops of the hoe struck the clods of earth, the fetters worn by the striker gave forth faint clinks. Then in a pleasant musical voice the singer went on with another line— “ And his curly hawr « More chops with the hoe, and clinks of the fetters. PP) “ His pleasing voice A heavy thump with the back of the tool at an obstinate clod, which took several more strokes before it crumbled up ; and all the time the fetters clinked and clanked loudly. Ther the singer went on with the sweet old minor air with its childish words. CONnnicloOol<s 2)