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"Moonshine, is it! By jabers, and it's a mighty poor compliment to the moon to call him so. And is it the language you're going to larn now? Shure, Mr. Charles, I wouldn't demane myself by larning the lingo of these black hathens. Isn't for them to larn the English, and mighty pleased they ought to be, to get themselves to spake like Christians." "But who's going to teach them, Tim?"
If there was any kind of situation, sir, that I could fill, and that would keep me in a place of safety where the hathens couldn't get at me, everything would be right; and be the same token, sir, now that I think of it, isn't the under gaoler-ship of Castle Cumber vacant this minute."
Well, Poll, and how are you?" "There's no use in complainin', Darby; I'm middlin' and how is yourself?" "Throth, Poll, I've a lump in my stomach that I fear will settle me yet, if I don't get it removed somehow. But, sure, the hathens, I forgive them." In the meantime he slyly rubbed his nose and winked both eyes, as he looked towards Susanna, as much as to say, "I know all."
"Susan," said he, after a pause, "do you know the difference between a Christian and a hathen?" "Between a Christian an' a hathen? Why aren't hathens all sinners?" "Very right. Faith, Susan, you would have shone at the classics.
No, sir, if you wish him properly prosecuted, and I think I ought to know how to do it, too; but if you wish him properly punished, place me first out of harm's way out o' the reach o' the hathens; put me into the situation before we take a single step in the business, then I'll be safe and can work in it to some purpose."
They first abused me because I left them in their darkness, and then went to search me for writs, swearin' that they'd make me ait every writ I happened to have about me. Now, I didn't like to let Mr. M'Slime's letther fall into their hands, and, accordingly, I tore it up and swallowed it, jist in ordher to disappoint the hathens.
"What! have they got cattle and sheep there, your honor?" Denis asked incredulously. "Of course they have, Denis; just the same as we have." "The hathens!" Denis exclaimed. "To think that men who can get beef and mutton should feed upon such craturs as snails and such like. It's downright flying in the face of Providence, your honor."
"Why, Tim, you are accustomed to see thousands of men, every day, with nothing on but a loincloth." "Yes, yer honor, but then they're hathens, and it seems natural for them to do so; but for a dacent boy to go walking about in the streets, with a thing on which covers no more than his shirt, is onnatural altogether.
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