But I saw our chief mate carried thither more than once.

His hurts were frightful, especially his scalds.

He was clothed in linseed oil and raw cotton to his waist, and resembled nothing human.
He was often out of his mind; and then his pains would make him rave and shout and sometimes shriek.

Then, after a period of dumb exhaustion, his disordered imagination would suddenly transform the great apartment into a forecastle, and the hurrying throng of nurses into the crew; and he would come to a sitting posture and shout, 'Hump yourselves, HUMP yourselves, you petrifactions, snail-bellies, pall-bearers! going to be all DAY getting that hatful of freight out ?' and supplement this explosion with a firmament-obliterating irruption or profanity which nothing could stay or stop till his crater was empty.

And now and then while these frenzies possessed him, he would tear off handfuls of the cotton and expose his cooked flesh to view.