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`` Oct. 10th . -- Awake all night , trying to soothe the cries of the child , and at the same time keeping a good look-out for the mutineers . The sea is terribly rough , and the poor corpses are being pitched from side to side of the cabin . At midday I heard a cry on deck , and judged that Kelly had dropped from the rigging in pure exhaustion . The noise in the forecastle is awful . I think some of the men there must be dead . `` Oct. 11th , 5 p.m. -- The child is dying .