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-"Well, there's niggers an' niggers, some just as good as any white man, " said Mr. Thomas Potter as he, the second mate of the island-trading barque _Reconnaisance_, and Denison the supercargo, walked her short, stumpy poop one night, "though when I was before the mast I couldn't stand one of 'em bunking too close to me--not for a long time. But after awhile I found out that a Kanaka or a Maori is better than the usual run of the paint-scrubbing Jack Dog who calls himself a sailorman nowadays. Why, I've never seen a native sailor yet as was dirty in his habits--they're too fond o' the water. Look at these Rotumah chaps aboard here--if there's a calm they'll jump overboard and take a swim instead of turning in when it's their watch below. Bah, white sailors ain't worth feeding in this Island trade--lazy, dirty, useless brutes; a Kanaka is worth three of any one of 'em.
"Yes, I did," replied Denison.