I could only look at the enemy's galleys going off in a shattered condition, for there was not a mast in either squadron that could stand to make sail on ; the lower rigging, being nearly all shot away, hung down as though it had been just placed over... The Mariner's Chronicle: Containing Narratives of the Most Remarkable ... - Side 389 1834 - 504 sider Uten tilgangsbegrensning -
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