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Niver would I have quitted Ireland , could I have thought there was sich a spot on this earth as a place where no wather was to be had . '' This was the last of Biddy 's audible complaints , for the remainder of this long and anxious watch of Mulford . He then set himself about an arrangement which shall be mentioned in its proper place . At twelve o'clock , or when he thought it was twelve , he called Jack Tier , who in turn called the mate again at four . `` It looks dark and threatening , '' said Mulford , as he rose to his feet and began to look about him once more , `` though there does not appear to be any wind . '' `` It 's a flat calm , Mr. Mate , and the darkness comes from yonder cloud , which seems likely to bring a little rain . '' `` Rain !