 | Journal of a Residence among the Negroes in the West Indies |  |
DECEMBER 1.(Friday.)
The captain to-day pointed out to me a sailor-boy, who, about three years ago, was shaken from the mast-head, and fell through the scuttle into the hold: the distance was above eighty feet, yet the boy was taken up with only a few bruises.
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