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The First Lowering

           "Pull,pull,myfinehearts-alive;pull,mychildren;pull,mylittleones,"drawlinglyandsoothinglysighedStubbtohiscrew,someofwhomstillshowedsignsofuneasiness."Whydon’tyoubreakyourbackbones,myboys?Whatisityoustareat?Thosechapsinyonderboat?Tut!Theyareonlyfivemorehandscometohelpusnevermindfromwherethemorethemerrier.Pull,then,dopull;nevermindthebrimstonedevilsaregoodfellowsenough.So,so;thereyouarenow;that’sthestrokeforathousandpounds;that’sthestroketosweepthestakes!Hurrahforthegoldcupofspermoil,myheroes!Threecheers,menallheartsalive!Easy,easy;don’tbeinahurrydon’tbeinahurry.Whydon’tyousnapyouroars,yourascals?Bitesomething,youdogs!So,so,so,then:—softly,softly!That’sitthat’sit!longandstrong.Givewaythere,giveway!Thedevilfetchye,yeragamuffinrapscallions;yeareallasleep.Stopsnoring,yesleepers,andpull.Pull,willye?pull,can’tye?pull,won’tye?Whyinthenameofgudgeonsandginger-cakesdon’tyepull?pullandbreaksomething!pull,andstartyoureyesout!Here,"whippingoutthesharpknifefromhisgirdle;"everymother’ssonofyedrawhisknife,andpullwiththebladebetweenhisteeth.That’sitthat’sit.Nowyedosomething;thatlookslikeit,mysteel-bits.

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