Rackham, Arthur, 1867-1939 · London : Cassell · leaf 98
and the question now was—what to do next. Twastoo far a swim to the distant shore. I must stay where I was untilsomebody picked me up, unless, meanwhile, I died for want of victualsto keep me a-going, or I perished of cold, for I give you my word, MasterCharles, the nights up north are freezers,… … With me in tow at the end of the rope, a-floating on my back (p. 92). I says to myself, says I, Benjamin, my son, why not kill three birdswith one stone ? How three birds, Ben ? asked Charlie. Why, said the ancient mariner, cold, hunger, and a signal ofdistress, they were the three birds. You see,…
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