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than my father's plough-line, hanging loose from the
yard and called the 'footrope', more fitting for a
slack rope dancer than for my precious limbs to
be trusted upon. However I did not foot it that
time and the sails were furled without any assistance
from me. The yards were squared and everything
made snug below and aloft, and we had tea
with beef and bread, but seasickness was upon
me and some thoughts of those at home and
I had no appetite, and glad when night came
I threw myself tired out, upon a coil of rope
and was soon fast asleep, it is now many years
since, that I write this, but I have a very vivid
recollection of my first day and night of
discomfort at sea, on board a collier brig,
and when between three and four o'clock in the
morning I had unwillingly to leave my resting place,
with the decks cold and wet, and my stomach
sadly out of trim, I wished myself in my snug
little bed at home. The wind had come fair
the sails were loosed, the anchor got and we
sailed for [[London]], where we arrived in due
time, discharged our cargo of flour, and after
taking ballast in sailed for home again, and
then started for the north for a cargo of
coals. I now began to get more useful, could
manage to get up the rigging and unfurl the
top-gallant-sail and thought it a great feat.
Helped to cook the dinner and boil the kettle
for the captain's tea +c such duties generally
falling to the lot of 'The Boy', but my stomach
was still unruly and all my discomforts

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