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We then threw them some nails, beads, etc., a shore, which they took up, and seem'd not ill pleased with, in so much that I thought that they beckon'd to us to come ashore; but in this we were mistaken, for as soon as we put the boat in they again came to oppose us, upon which I fir'd a musquet between the 2, which had no other Effect than to make them retire back, where bundles of their darts lay, and one of them took up a stone and threw at us, which caused my firing a Second Musquet, load with small Shott; and altho' some of the shott struck the man, yet it had no other effect than making him lay hold on a Target.
But what more took our attention was to see a row of men stretch'd on the starboard side, like corpses, their heads in the scuppers, their legs pointed inboard, and very orderly arranged. They were a dozen and two in all, and over them bent Captain Billy with a mop in his hand, and a bucket by his side: who beckon'd that we should approach.
And then I know not how it happened, but my sword slipp'd like ice out of my grasp, and went flying across the room. Jacques, sedately as on a matter of business, stepp'd to pick it up, while the old gentleman chuckled. I was hot and asham'd, and a score of bitter words sprang to my tongue-tip, when the Frenchman, as he rose from stooping, caught my eye, and beckon'd me across to him.
Captain Billy, whose eyes rested on her as she spoke, beckon'd me, very mysterious, outside the cabin, and winking slily, whisper'd loud enough to stun one "Ply her, Jack" he had call'd me "Jack" from the first "ply her briskly! Womankind is but yielding flesh: 'am an amorous man mysel', an' speak but that I have prov'd."
A while of weakness followed. My brain reel'd: my fingers dug into the rock behind till they bled. I bent forward forward over the heaving mist through which the sea crawl'd like a snake. It beckon'd me down, that crawling water.... I stiffened my knees and the faintness pass'd. I must not look down again. It flashed on me that Delia had call'd me weak: and I hardened my heart to fight it out.
In this same pleasant meadow at your will, I ween, you wander'd there collecting flow'rs Of sober tint, and herbs of medicinal powers! There for the monarch-murder'd soldier's tomb You wove the unfinish'd wreath of saddest hues, And to that holier chaplet added bloom Besprinkling it with Jordan's cleansing dews. But lo! your Henderson awakes the Muse His spirit beckon'd from the mountain's height!
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