at length; "and a pleasant sittyated
            grog-shop. Much company, mate?"</p>
            <p><a name="id380391"><!--anchor--></a>My father told him no, very little company, the more was the pity.</p>
            <p><a name="id380395"><!--anchor--></a>"Well, then," said he, "this is the berth for me. Here you, matey," he
            cried to the man who trundled the barrow; "bring up alongside and help
            up my chest. I'll stay here a bit," he continued. "I'm a plain man; rum
            and 