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You've got to stay here a week, two weeks, a month. I've plenty of sick stock, and some of the boys have horses that need polishing." "Yes, sah!" broke in the Doctor's companion, a full-blooded negro. "We's gwine to camp down hyar shuah a monf " "Hold your tongue, Scip," said the Doctor. "I'm the talking man here.
"'Way back in de dark ages, w'en de whaleships war de pi'neers ob commerce, 'n day wan't no worryin', poofity-plukity steamboats a-poundin' along, 'nough ter galley ebery whale clean eout ob dere skin, dey war plenty whaleships fill up in twelve, fifteen, twenty monf' after leabin' home.
I think we'll start let's see: this is the sixth of August, isn't it? Well, look and see, if you don't know, stupid. The tenth? My goodness, where has the time gone, anyway? Well? we'll start sometime between the eleventh and the twelfth." "Of dis monf, Miss Bev'ly?" "No; September. I want you to look up a timetable for me to-day. We must see about the trains."
"I do, for sartin, sar." "And he has left you to practise law for him in his absence?" returned the visitor, with a grin. "No sar, I takes care ob de buildin." "Fudge! Maxwell always shuts up his room when he leaves town;" and the stranger walked round the room towards the private apartment, much to the consternation of Dido. "No, Massa, he tell me, monf ago, to keep de room in order."
Maxwell not here, sar," said the colored lady, partly opening the door. "Not here!" returned the visitor, pushing into the office in spite of the negress, who was disposed to prevent his entrance. "Isn't Max in town?" "No sar; he went away to de Norf about a monf ago." "Look here, you black imp," said the stranger, in a severe tone, "do you mean to say that Max is not in town?"
Neow, I clar ter glory I kaint imagine WAR dey all gone ter, dough we bin eout only six seven monf' 'n got over tousan bar'l below. But I bin two year on er voy'ge and doan hardly SEE a sparm while, much less catch one. But" and here he whispered mysteriously "dish yer ole man's de bery debbil's own chile, 'n his farder lookin' after him well dat's my 'pinion.
"But you have got dangerous sharks here?" "Yes, sah, you bet," the boatman answered; "dey was one ol' white shahk was a holy terror; he use' to show up hyeh reg'lah once a monf. Folks do say he eat up fo' men at diff'rent times." "I thought Mr. Collier told us that those shark stories were exaggerated," said Paul, turning to Colin. "I didn't think so, now you see, they weren't."
"My mamma wouldn't let me go to walk alone for 'most a monf." "Why?" "'Cause I used to stay a good while, and spend all my pennies at Jake's shop." "Where is that?" "Vat's where vey sells candy. I've got some now. Want some?" He rested the hoop against a convenient lamp-post and opened the bag invitingly. "Thanks, no. You don't appear to have much to spare."
You said three days just now," returned Mrs. Tretherick with severe deliberation. "I mean a monf," said Carry, now utterly adrift in sheer helplessness and confusion. "Do you know what you are talking about?" demanded Mrs. Tretherick shrilly, restraining an impulse to shake the little figure before her, and precipitate the truth by specific gravity.
At this volley of questions the bewildered man turned piteously to the sleepers, and then stared at Jack in perplexity. "'Deed, marsa captain, I don no noffin 'tall, I I hain't been to de crick fo' a monf. I'se fo'bid to go da I " "Well, well, have you any food? Get that first, and then talk," Jack cried, impatiently.
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