The night was as dark as the inside of a cow! Mr Pryce, the chief mate of the full-rigged sailing ship _Golden Fleece_--outward-bound to Melbourne--was responsible for this picturesque assertion; and one had only to glance for a moment into the obscurity that surrounded the ship to acknowledge the truth of it. For, to begin with, it was four bells in the first watch--that is to say, ten o'clock p.m.; then it also happened to be the date of the new moon; and, finally, the ship was just then enveloped in a fog so dense that, standing against the bulwarks on one side of the deck, it was impossible to see across to the opposite rail. It was Mr Pryce's watch; but the skipper--Captain Rainhill--w…
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