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"Avast there, old fellow; you means not the head of a 'possum, but a beaver: but that 'ere's all nat'r'l enough, and easily 'counted for; but you hav'n't told us whose ghost it was, after all." "No; the captain made such a spring to the gunwale, as frighted it all out of my head: but come closer, Mr. Mullins, and I'll whisper it in your ear. Hark! what was that?"
"'Oo," interrogated old Bob, holding the boat steady by grasping the stage, "was th' party wot engyged yer larst night, Bill?" "Party name o' Allytheer," growled the drowsy one. "W'y?" "Party 'ere's lookin' for 'im. Where'll I find this Allytheer?" "Best look sharp 'r yer won't find 'im," retorted the one above. "'E was at anchor off Bow Creek larst night." Kirkwood's heart leaped in hope.
"Get it over with," he urged his executioners, "this 'ere's damned tiresome business for a gentleman." He begged a "quid o' terbacker" from one of the guards and chewed upon it stolidly until the noose tightened about his neck. He did not struggle much. A vagrant wind blew off his hat and gently stirred his long and wavy hair.
"Lord luv' a duck!" he shouted. "Can't any of ye lend a hand? Cheer O, maties 'ere's a bit more The brig was becalmed in a sea like glass, An' it gev' us all the creeps, O, Wen the sun went down like a ball o' brass, An' the pirate rigged 'is sweeps "
Ef we are to be sorely afflicted at any time, the Lord lets us set our hearts before we know it. This 'ere's a great affliction to me, Ruey, but I must jest shoulder my cross and go through with it. I'm goin' down to-night to tell the old folks, and to make arrangements so that the poor little lamb may have the care she needs.
"I never like to keep William waitin' for 'is tea." A cold wave swept over Chook. He had clean forgotten William, who would go home to Botany Street and find an empty house. Pinkey dived into the bedroom, and left Chook to face it out. "'Ere's yer key," he said helplessly, to make a beginning.
I was following them eagerly when I ran plump upon Old Wally, the cunningest hunter and trapper in the whole region. "Sho! Mister, what yer follerin?" "Why, these deer tracks," I said simply. Wally gave me a look, of great pity. "Guess you're green one o' them city fellers, ain't ye, Mister? Them ere's sheep tracks my sheep.
Captain Schloggenboschenheimer was heard to promise a substantial trink-geld, pour-boire, or vot-you-call-tip to Sergeant-Instructor Progg in the event of the latter official remaining mit him and prompting him mit der-vord-to-say ven it was necessary for him der-ting-to-do. "'Ere's the General, Sir!"
Back came the imitation, shot out of the wood by the nymph: "'E-a! 'e-a! 'e-a!" "Ha, ha!" laughed the girl. "There's Lottie's echo." "'A!" laughed the echo. "'Ere's Lottie's echo!" Nelson, flushed and breathing rather heavily, reached the old dock. "What a girl you are, Janice!" he said. "And what a very, very old person you are getting to be, Nelson Haley," she told him.
"A stranger might say as you wasn' the best o' friends." "Nothin'," answered Sam after a slight pause. "Bit of a argymint that's all." "Wot about?" "'Tisn worth mentionin'." Sam glanced at the other two. "The theayter 'ere's offered Mr. and Mrs. Mortimer an engagement." "Well?" "We was discussin' whether they ought to take it." "W'y not?" "Well, you see Glasson bein' about "
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