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A man wake up that way got plenty good sense. I know. This new boy like that. Bime by, pretty soon, he make fine boy. You see. His name Chow Gam. What name you call him this place?" Dick Forrest meditated. "What names have we already?" he asked. "Oh Joy, Ah Well, Ah Me, and me; I am Oh My," the Chinese rattled off. "Oh Joy him say call new boy "
And leetle mans keek beeg mans, an' him cry like, vot you call ah! vot you call ze kid. And leetle mans keek an' keek an' keek, an' bime by, long time, long way, keek beeg mans into my cabin. Tree days 'fore him crawl out my blankets. Nevaire I see beeg squaw like him. No nevaire. Him haf vot you call ze streak of fat. You bet." "But there was Axel Gunderson," Prince spoke up.
No, he hadn't, but the steward had said that in all his years at sea this was the worst crew he had ever seen. "He say, all crazy, no sailors, rotten," Wada said. "He say all big fools and bime by much trouble. 'You see, he say all the time. 'You see, You see. He pretty old man fifty-five years, he say. Very smart man for Chinaman. Just now, first time for long time, he go to sea.
"I'm so sorry; be you hurt?" asked Nellie, turning her head and surveying him, as his face came up to view like the full moon rising above the horizon. "Not a bit; I done that on purpose to make you laugh; I always do that to please good little girls like you." "Bime by I'll let you fall all the time, but just see me jump."
Say one's his strength, one's his plan, the rest is them he loves, an' the more he loves the better 'tis fer him. Wall, they begin t' go one by one. Some die, some turn agin' him. Fin's it hard t' keep his allowance. When he's only nine he's lost eggzac'ly one-tenth uv his dread o' dyin'. Bime bye he counts up one-two-three-four-five-an' thet's all ther is left. He figgers it up careful.
"Yes; it might have hurt me pretty bad." "I means it vos lucky for de shoe," added Otto, who, in groping about, stumbled at that moment upon the missing article. "Bime by de vater soaks down mine shoes agin and I stands on head and kicks it out."
'She covers her face with her apron an' says she, "There am none left, my child." 'An' bime bye the child comes agin' an' holds up its poor little han's an' says: "Ma! please gi' me a piece O' cake." 'An' she goes an' looks out O' the winder, er mebbe pokes the fire, an' says: "There am' none left, my child." 'An' bime bye it comes agin' an' it says: "Please gi' me a little piece O' pie."
I had limited him down to not ask over 50 questions on one subject, or from 50 to 60; and so we got along first- rate. And we loved him. Why, there hain't no tellin' how we did love him. And he would talk so pretty about his ma! I had learned him to think that he would see her bime by, and that she loved him now jest as much as ever, and that she wanted him to be a good boy.
So we never come to no definite conclusion as to what the Old Man wuz goin' to be bime by; but while we wuz thinkin' 'nd debatin' the Old Man kep' growin' 'nd growin', and all the time he wuz as serious 'nd sollum as a jedge.
'No, he answered in a low tone that seemed to respect my confidence. 'Bime by, when you're older, I'll buy ye a rifle a real rip snorter, too, with a shiny barrel 'n a silver lock. When ye get down t, the village ye'll see lots o' things y'd rather hev, prob'ly. If I was you, children, he added, in a louder tone, 'I wouldn't buy a thing but nuts 'n' raisins.
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