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      How different the loud little King-Post. “Sing out and say something, my
      hearties. Roar and pull, my thunderbolts! Beach me, beach me on their
      black backs, boys; only do that for me, and I’ll sign over to you my
      Martha’s Vineyard plantation, boys; including wife and children, boys. Lay
      me on—lay me on! O Lord, Lord! but I shall go stark, staring mad!
      See! see that white water!”