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But go forward, go forward to the forecastle; that’s the\r\nplace you’ll live in aboard here.”\r\n\r\nAnd with that he directed me to a sort of hole in the deck in the bow\r\nof the ship; but looking down, and seeing how dark it was, I asked him\r\nfor a light.\r\n\r\n“Strike your eyes together and make one,” said he, “we don’t have any\r\nlights here.” So I groped my way down into the forecastle, which smelt\r\nso bad of old ropes and tar, that it almost made me sick. After waiting\r\npatiently, I began to see a little; and looking round, at last\r\nperceived I was in a smoky looking place, with twelve wooden boxes\r\nstuck round the sides. In some of these boxes were large chests, which\r\nI at once supposed to belong to the sailors, who must have taken that\r\nmethod of appropriating their “Trunks,” as I afterward found these\r\nboxes were called. And so it turned out.\r\n\r\nAfter examining them for a while, I selected an empty one, and put my\r\nbundle right in the middle of it, so that there might be no mistake\r\nabout my claim to the place, particularly as the bundle was so small.\r\n\r\nThis done, I was glad to get on deck; and learning to a certainty that\r\nthe ship would not sail till the next day, I resolved to go ashore, and\r\nwalk about till dark, and then return and sleep out the night in the\r\nforecastle. So I walked about all over, till I was weary, and went into\r\na mean liquor shop to rest; for having my tarpaulin on, and not looking\r\nvery gentlemanly, I was afraid to go into any better place, for fear of\r\nbeing driven out. Here I sat till I began to feel very hungry; and\r\nseeing some doughnuts on the counter, I began to think what a fool I\r\nhad been, to throw away my last penny; for the doughnuts were but a\r\npenny apiece, and they looked very plump, and fat, and round. I never\r\nsaw doughnuts look so enticing before; especially when a negro came in,\r\nand ate one before my eyes. At last I thought I would fill up a little\r\nby drinking a glass of water; having read somewhere that this was a\r\ngood plan to follow in a case like the present. I did not feel thirsty,\r\nbut only hungry; so had much ado to get down the water; for it tasted\r\nwarm; and the tumbler had an ugly flavor; the negro had been drinking\r\nsome spirits out of it just before.\r\n\r\nI marched off again, every once in a while stopping to take in some\r\nmore water, and being very careful not to step into the same shop\r\ntwice, till night came on, and I found myself soaked through, for it\r\nhad been raining more or less all day. As I went to the ship, I could\r\nnot help thinking how lonesome it would be, to spend the whole night in\r\nthat damp and dark forecastle, without light or fire, and nothing to\r\nlie on but the bare boards of my bunk. However, to drown all such\r\nthoughts, I gulped down another glass of water, though I was wet enough\r\noutside and in by this time; and trying to put on a bold look, as if I\r\nhad just been eating a hearty meal, I stepped aboard the ship.\r\n\r\nThe man in the big pea-jacket was not to be seen; but on going forward\r\nI unexpectedly found a young lad there, about my own age; and as soon\r\nas he opened his mouth I knew he was not an American. He talked such a\r\ncurious language though, half English and half gibberish, that I knew\r\nnot what to make of him; and was a little astonished, when he told me\r\nhe was an English boy, from Lancashire.\r\n\r\nIt seemed, he had come over from Liverpool in this very ship on her\r\nlast voyage, as a steerage passenger; but finding that he would have to\r\nwork very hard to get along in America, and getting home-sick into the\r\nbargain, he had arranged with the captain to work his passage back.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJNGC4JW7M8FES9JMSWZS","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKS69Q1CEJ86X72HP2B7T","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AKS6E514CXYEQV0PE59RH","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.537Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:24.477Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}