There could be no one there but two of the sick, unable to crawl on deck.

We went below, and found one of them dying on a chest.

He had fallen out of his hammock in a fit, and was insensible.

The eyes were open and fixed, and his breath coming and going convulsively.

The men shrunk from him; but the doctor, taking his hand, held it a few moments in his, and suddenly letting it fall, exclaimed, "He's gone!" The body was instantly borne up the ladder.
Another hammock was soon prepared, and the dead sailor stitched up as before.