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But at this passage when each prickt his ear, behold! the Master conning sky and cloud, pipeth his whistle; waken as they hear starboard and larboard all the startled crowd: And, as the breeze blew fresh’ening shrill and sheer, he bade them take in topsails shouting loud “Yarely, my lads! look out, the wind increases from yon black thunder-cloud before our faces.”