In Search of an Unknown Race — page 233: what you’re looking at

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VAN. 229 The bull’s eyes in the side of the after cabin trunk were thrown open for air—also to let out the clouds of tobacco smoke from pipes or cigars. Crawling cautiously up into the main channels, Van lifted his head above the rail, as he heard Smith’s harsh tones a little upraised. ‘‘And I say we'd better hew some Sweeps out from the spare spars right away, and try and get out of this, instead of layin’ here waitin’ for a breeze.” ‘“ You'll see breeze enough before the morning watch, I tell you, if the barometer’s correct,” was the short reply. Then, before the other could speak, Bates, taking something which jingled from the table drawer, went on: ‘I'm going to hang these handcuff keys here under the clock, in case they should ever be wanted in a hurry—don’t forget.” The sailor grunted something inaudible. ‘“‘It was a mistake takin’ those niggers aboard from that there brig,” he said, in grumbling tones. ‘We'd better ‘a’ kep’ on direc’ to Frisco instead of turnin’ out of our course a thousan’ or so miles to run down to Hawaii.” Niggers aboard! What could that mean, thought Van, wonderingly, when Bates spoke up again, very sharply : ‘‘That’s my affair! Captain Phillips had run short of grub, and had a hundred and_fifty black skins to feed and water. For half a dozen barrels of rice and some damaged bread we've bought ten likely darkeys that will bring a hundred dollars a head in Hawaii at the very least——~” EOmMiGcdoo cS (G(0) im