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When a man looks overside and says ten knots and better, and the log says ten knots and a shade, he ain't no landsman. He spits to looward like a commodore, that parson, and I've had my suspicions right along." "All buncombe. You been readin' too many Manila newspapers." "Yes, and I see a few things on deck, too, that ain't got nothin' to do with newspapers.
I s'pose it will look off longingly onto the far off somewhere that lays over the waters beyend the sunset. JOSIAH ALLEN'S WIFE. NEW YORK, June, 1887. The idee on't come to me one day about sundown, or a little before sundown. I wuz a settin' in calm peace, and a big rockin' chair covered with a handsome copperplate, a readin' what the Sammist sez about "Vanity, vanity, all is vanity."
Paint me nateral, I besech you; for I tell you now, as I told you before, and ever shall say, there is nothin' worth havin' or knowin', or hearin', or readin', or seein', or tastin', or smellin', or feelin' and above all and more than all, nothin' worth affectionin' but Natur. As soon as I found my friend Mr.
"Woman, I have lost a book from my escritoire yonder a white book, clasped with gold what has become of it?" "Goodness knows, missus! I don't know nothin' 'bout no book, praise de Lor'! I dussent know one kind of readin' from t'other. "No, no, but you may have seen it. Possibly the desk may have been left open, and you, not knowing it from other books, have put it away among those of the library.
"They're on'y three books in th' wurruld worth readin', Shakespeare, th' Bible, an' Mike Ahearn's histhry iv Chicago. I have Shakespeare on thrust, Father Kelly r-reads th' Bible f'r me, an' I didn't buy Mike Ahearn's histhry because I seen more thin he cud put into it. Whin I was a young man, th' parish priest used to preach again thim; but nobody knowed what he meant.
"Wal, Miss Edna Parkinson an' yours truly ain't goin' ter speak never no more, neither. That hound Ikey Greenberg has cut in with a noo Prince Albert coat. It's upset me considerable." "My trouble ain't heart only," said Dan. "Stomach?" suggested Pete. "All overish, mostly." "You ain't bin readin' the advertisements o' quack doctors, hev ye?" "Not since I was twenty.
'Readin', he said, 'readin' rots the mind." It was Colum's turn to ask a question. "What do you do, Flint," he asked, "when you have a holiday?" "Me? Well, I don't run off to the country as if the city were afire and my coat-tails smoked. And I don't sentimentalize on the evils of society. And I don't sit and blink in the dark, and moon around on a shelf and wear out books. I go outdoors.
So I've seen the Falls at last, eh! Well it's pretty too: they ain't bad, that's a fact. So them's the Falls of Niagara! How long is it afore the stage starts? "'An hour, Sir. "'Go and book me for Boston, and then bring me a paper. "'Yes, Sir. "Well he got his paper and sot there a readin' of it, and every now and then, he'd look out of the winder and say: 'So them's the Falls of Niagara, eh?
"Yes, you bet. Seen him this mornin' showin' off the soles o' his boots on Peter McNabb's veranda an' readin' novels. Soft snap them preacher fellows have. Nothin' in the world to do but run after the girls. Don't wonder that you're headin' that way yourself; guess Mr. Egerton thinks you're tryin' to get up to him in the religion business, so he'll race you in the sparkin' line. Haw! Haw!"
"We're all the time readin' 'bout fellers that work for the Gov'ment gittin' high sal'ries and doin' next to nothin'. Now there's a gang the life-savin' crew, I mean that does what you and me would call almighty hard work and git next to nothin' for it. Uncle Sam gits square there, it seems to me.
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