but most of the whining,

marine or democratic,

carried some crazy morale

and issued endless havoc and

enough food for scurvy to

sailors. bone and gristle at

table bay. the fleet spared no

one each week, made most

tyranny stupid, guarded with

reverential care. 18 turkeys,

35 ducks, 35 geese and 209

chicken baked on a shovel.

these creatures bought

livestock for themselves, thus

the social demarcation of salt

meat. scanty, monotonous

ranks could not symbolize

full emancipation, and kept

poaching the hens. to anyone

who informed the prince of

Wales, an officer fattened

while dingoes strayed into

the scrub, their last port of

call was a pen, worth a

breeding man’s life. thus our

allowance is animal. gorgon

offered five cows and four

convicts, slightly less than

half the naval standard, to

practise on the thief, wrote

james campbell in a bad light,

gloom cast about the future.