Chapter 1
_ CHAPTER ONE.
"Heigh-Ho-Ha-Hum! Oh dear me!"
"What‘s matter, sir?"
"Matter, Dirty Dick? Nothing； only, heigh-ho-ha! Oh dear me, how sleepy I am!"
"Well, sir, I wouldn‘t open my mouth like that ‘ere, ‘fore the sun‘s up."
"Why not?"
"No knowing what you might swallow off this here nasty, cold, foggy, stony coast."
"There you go again, Dick； not so good as Lincolnshire coast, I suppose?"
"As good, sir? Why, how can it be?" said the broad, sturdy sailor addressed. "Nothin‘ but great high stony rocks, full o‘ beds of great flat periwinkles and whelks； nowhere to land, nothin‘ to see. I am surprised at you, sir. Why, there arn‘t a morsel o‘ sand."
"For not praising your nasty old flat sandy shore, with its marsh beyond, and its ague and bogs and fens."
"Wish I was ‘mong ‘em now, sir. Wild ducks there, as is fit to eat, not iley fishy things like these here."
"Oh, bother! Wish I could have had another hour or two‘s sleep. I say, Dirty Dick, are

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