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upon the bridge today for quarrel
ing with the boats wains mate
Towards night. we are wading thro
a heavy swell One of our chums
a mere youth of 18 summers was
carried down tonight beastly drunk
& his language was disgusting as
his appearance We laid him on
the table & he kicked & fought like
a demon. We put him into his ham
mock & he rolled about cursing
all the while until he fell out
on to the floor We then laid him
on the table again & drenched him
well with cold water which cooled
the demon drink within him consider
ably (Cursed be the drink It is the
Devils best & most ablest agent &
in the words of John Hartley
"The road most certain & direct to Hell