“I’ve been saving this box to use as a coffin,” said the captain, “but there’s no reason why you boys can’t use it in the meantime." . . .
     He climbed into the box and stretched out on his back. “I’m pretty thin,” he said. “This is a lot deeper box than I need. I’d say she’s a little less than two foot deep. Now suppose you cut off about a foot from the top part of the box. That’d leave me about nine inches depth, which should be plenty, because I don’t eat as much as I used to, and by the time I need the box I’m likely to be thin enough to just flatten right out in it.”
     Raskol and the captain snapped a line around the box, and we took turns sawing off the upper foot or so.

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