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The Devil’s Own

CHAPTER XVIII
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The rowboat could not be distinguished--it must have sunken, or else drifted away, a helpless wreck.

The first sound my ears caught, echoing across the water, was an oath, and a question, "By God! a good job; do you see that fellow anywhere ?" "Naw," the response a mere growl.

"He's a goner, I reckon; never knowed whut hit him, jedgin' frum the way he upended it." "Well, then he isn't likely to bother us any more.

Suppose he was the white man ?" "Sure he wus; it wus the nigger who was up ahead.

We hit him, an' he dropped in 'tween ther boats, an' went down like a stone.


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