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"Watch on deck, put on your oilers," shouted the boatswain's mates.
The order came none too soon, for as the last man ran up the companion-way ladder, the rain began to drop in sheets.
The rising wind drove the rain in our faces with stinging force, and we were soon wet as drowned rats.
The white-capped seas raced alongside, and the "Yanke