id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
chapter-045		chapter-045			.txt	text/plain	318	35	99	It was the middle-watch; a fair moonlight; the seamen were standing in the scuttle-butt near the taffrail. buckets to fill the scuttle-butt. Standing for the most part on the hallowed precincts of the quarter-deck they were careful not to speak From hand to hand the buckets went in the did you hear that noise, Cabaco? did you hear that noise, Cabaco? Take the bucket, will ye, Archy? There it is again--under the hatches--don't you hear it--a cough--it sounded like a cough. Pass along that return bucket. There again--there it is!--it sounds like two or three sleepers turning have done, shipmate, will ye? Say what ye will, shipmate; I've sharp ears. Aye, you are the chap, ain't ye, that heard the hum of the old the chap. Hark ye, Cabaco, there is somebody down in the after-hold that has not yet been seen on deck; and I the bucket! the bucket!	./cache/chapter-045.txt	./txt/chapter-045.txt