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'Yon's our house, Mas'r Davy!' ¡¡¡¡I looked in all directions, as far as I could stare over the wilderness, and away at the sea, and away at the river, but no house could I make out. There was a black barge, or some other kind of superannuated boat, not far off, high and dry on the ground, with an iron funnel sticking out of it for a chimney and smoking very cosily; but nothing else in the way of a habitation that was visible to me. ¡¡¡¡'That's not it?' said I.
That ship-looking thing?' ¡¡¡¡'That's it, Mas'r Davy,' returned Ham. ¡¡¡¡If it had been Aladdin's palace, roc's egg and all, I suppose I could not have been more charmed with the romantic idea of living in it. There was a delightful door cut in the side, and it was roofed in, and there were little windows in it; but the wonderful charm of it was, that it was a real boat which had no doubt been upon the