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WHILE Commodore Anson's ship, the Centurion, was engaged in close fight,
with the rich Spanish galleon, which he afterwards took, a sailor came
running to him, and cried out, Sir, our ship is on fire very near the
powder magazine.--Then pray, friend, said the commodore, not in the
least degree discomposed, run back and assist in putting it out.





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