We cry and shout till all breaff gone, and den lie quiet and moan, till jus' when ebery one tink he dead, dey take off de hatch and come down and undo de padlocks and tell us to go up on deck.

Dat berry easy to say, not at all easy to do.

Most of us too weak to walk, and say dat we dead and cannot move.

Den dey whip all about, and it was astonishing, sar, to see what life dat whip put into dead nigger.

Somehow people feel dat dey could crawl after all, and when dey get up on deck and see de blessed sun again and de blue sky dey feel better.