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Let broad leagues dissever / Him from yonder foam, / O God! to think man ever / Comes too near his home / Hood
The ship that was to carry us swung at the buoy a quarter of a mile offshore, and there were rowboats waiting to take us to her. She was a brig of some 120 tons burden, and as we came under the stern I saw her name was the Aurungzebe.