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HOW OSWALD HAD AN UNEASY VOYAGE AND A PERILOUS LANDING AT ITS.
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I thought that Evan had forgotten to gag me, but before we went to the gate of the stockade he came and did it well.

I could not see a soul near but my captors, and it would have been little or no good to shout.

So I bore it as well as I might, being helpless.

Then, within arrow shot of the gate, one of the men blew a harsh horn, and we waited for a moment until a man, armed with an axe and sword, lounged through the stockade and looked at us, and so made a gesture that bid us enter, and went his way within.