I have a hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. Amid this portentous hush, the report of a pistol reached the carpenter's ears; and, raising his head at the sound, he beheld a sight which filled him with fresh apprehensions. Sebastian, as doctor, was constantly around the sick and the dying.
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