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The Nigger of the Narcissus by Joseph Conrad - Joseph Conrad COPYRIGHT, 1897, 1914,BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANYTOEDWARD GARNETTTHIS TALEABOUT MY FRIENDSOF THE SEACHAPTER ONEMr. Baker, chief mate of the ship Narcissus, stepped in one stride out of his lighted cabin into the darkness of the quarter-deck. Above his head, on the break of the poop, the night-watchman rang a double stroke. It was nine o'clock. Mr. Baker, speaking up to the man above him, asked:—"Are all the hands aboard, Knowles?"The man limped down the ladder, then said reflectively:—"I think so, sir. All our old chaps are there, and a lot of new men has come.... They must be all there."