A beggarly fogger.

So I felt my way down the passage back to the vault, and recked not of the darkness, nor of Blackbeard and his crew, if only I could lay my lips to liquor. Thus I groped about the barrels till near the top of the stack my hand struck on the spile of a keg, and drawing it, I got my mouth to the hold.

If […]all his errors and follies were articled against him, the man would seem vicious and miserable.

The settlements of a refugitive nature (2a) are hard to be determined. First of all they were conditioned by the occasional refugitive needs of the people and their property.