Ralph Rashleigh, by James Tucker  Chapter 9  Onward she goes,
over ripple and spray,  Over the watersawayand away.  It was in
the evening when, according to the custom of the hulk, the names
of all those who were destined to depart were called aloud on
each deck by the boatswain, and they were directed to prepare
for the “Bay ship” on the morrow. Our hero was doubly rejoiced
at hearing his own name among the rest, for since the torturing
disgraceful punishment he had received, the Leviathan had become
perfectly hateful to him, and he spent the whole of the night in
rumination as to his probable fortune in Australia.  The next
day the convicts were duly washed, shaved, cropped, and supplied
with two suits each of new slop clothing. They were all ironed
too afresh, having each a new pair of double irons put on, and
were then paraded before the surgeon superintendent of the
vessel in which they were to sail. This officer rejected a few
of those who appeared sickly, and others were called in their
room. Shortly a