Identifier: boytarorvoyagein00reid (find matches)
Title: The boy tar; or, A voyage in the dark
Year: 1860 (1860s)
Authors: Reid, Mayne, 1818-1883 Keene, Charles, 1823-1891
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Publisher: Boston, Ticknor and Fields
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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it, and felt for the aperture by whichI had squeezed myself in. To my great surprise, Ifound that it was closed up ! I could scarce credit my senses, and I felt again andagain, passing my hands upwards and downwards. Be-yond a doubt the aperture was shut up ! My handsmet resistance everywhere, coming in contact with aperpendicular wall, which, I could tell by the feel,was the side of an immense box. It blocked up theinterval between the butt and the side of the ship socompletely, that there was not space enough on eitherside to thrust the point of my finger through. I placed my hands to the box in hopes of being ableto push it away, but I could not move it. I laid myshoulder to it, and heaved with all the strength of mybody, — I could not even shahe it I It was a largepacking-case, no doubt filled with heavy goods. Astrong man could scarce have stirred it from the spot,and my puny strength Avas altogether insufficient tomove it. After an effort I desisted from trying, and crept back
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SEA-SICK. 123 along the side of the butt, hoping I might get out bythe other end; but on reaching this, my hopes weredissipated in a moment. There was not the space of aninch between the rim of the great cask and anothersimilar barrel, which filled the aperture up to the ribsof the vessel! A mouse could hardly have squeezeditself through between. I next felt along the top of both casks, but with likeresult. There was just space in that direction to admitof passing my hand through, and no more. A hugebeam, traversing along the top, was within a few inchesof the rounded sides of the casks, and there was noaperture that would have permitted me — small as Iwas — to have squeezed myself through. I shall leave you to fancy my feelings when the con-viction broke upon me that I was actually shut in —imprisoned — huilt up among the merchandise I CHAPTER XXI. ENTOMBED ALIVE! I COULD now comprehend why the night had seemedBO long. There had been light enough, but it reachedme not. The gr

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