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SCENE.—Deck.
Mr. Mann, and the Mate.Mate.
“I’ll tell you what, sir—we’ve got this head‐wind, all because you will keep catching Mother Carey’s chickens. If you go on catching them, we shall have a gale ahead.”
Mr. Mann.
“In that case, I should advise your throwing the cat overboard.”
Mate.
“Then we shall have a gale within ship that will last us all the way to Liverpool.”
