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The seven months of voyaging was almost at an end. The man on the look out shouted: "Land ahead!" A murmur that rose to a shout formed the one word, "Australia."
Cramped and confined 'tween decks with but short intervals for exercise, in limited numbers at a time, the convicts, notwithstanding disease, sickness and ill-treatment, which made their lot a living horror, and the ship a floating abyss of unmentionable agony, had quickened pulses of eager expectation when word reached them that the land of their ultimate destination was in sight.