But so it was; and as you can't find him, let me hear no more of your nonsense.

It was him, and not my fancy, doctor.

It was flesh and blood, and not a spirit, Jack.

So get along with you, and leave me quiet.' All this time Stephen Freeman lay friendless, sick, and shattered, on board the _Thesus_.
He had been about his duty close to some shells that were placed on her deck; a gay young midshipman was thoughtlessly striving to get the fusee out of one of these by a mallet and spike-nail that lay close at hand; and a fearful explosion ensued, in which the poor marine, cleaning his bayonet near, was shockingly burnt and disfigured, the very skin of all the lower part of his face being utterly destroyed by gunpowder.

They said it was a mercy that his eyes were spared; but he could hardly feel anything to be a mercy, as he lay tossing in agony, burnt by the explosion, wounded by splinters, and feeling that he was disabled for life, if life itself were preserved.