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The Nigger of the Narcissus
bookshelves: e-book, autumn-2012, shortstory-shortstories-novellas, published-1897, victorian, seven-seas, plague-disease
TO
EDWARD GARNETT
THIS TALE
ABOUT MY FRIENDS
OF THE SEA
Opening: Mr. 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."
Enjoyable enough but nothing to write home about...
2* Heart of Darkness
CR Typhoon
2.5* The Nigger of the Narcissus
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