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Two days after the events narrated in the last chapter, the Swab whose proper name was Dick Herring, and who sailed his own smack, the White Cloud found himself in the neighbourhood of the floating grog-shop.
"Next, Bill! why there be nothing to do, 'less they shave off the beard of the grand Turk to make a swab for the cabin of the king's yacht, and sarve out his seven hundred wives amongst the fleet. I say, I wonder how he keeps so many of them craft in good order?" "I knows," replied the other, "for I axed the very question when I was up the Dardanelles.
The captain suddenly turned from his contemplation of the sea and sky, raised his head and sniffed. "Something is burning somewhere smell it? Seems to me like an old mat or summat. It's that swab of a steward, maybe; if he isn't breaking glass, he's upsetting lamps and burning holes in the carpet.
I had no trouble at all in making my wants known. I was in the base hospital at Toul for fourteen days and all of that time I coughed up great chunks of solid matter and mouthfuls of blood, as the result of the burning that I had received. After the seventh day, the nurse stopped the use of the swab, much to my delight, but continued the more appreciated massage.
"Did you see that rascal, Jack Pringle?" said the admiral. "Yes," said Henry; "he is drunk." "Ah, to be sure." "And we had no little difficulty in shaking him off. He suspected where we were going; but I think, by being peremptory, we got fairly rid of him." "The vagabond! if he comes here, I'll brain him, I will, the swab. Why, lately he's done nothing but drink. That's the way with him.
Just then I saw old Jonas start up in the bows of the boat and clap his hands to his mouth, his voice coming clearly to us over the wave. "You, Bill! You're adrift! Lower down that foresail, you swab, lower down that foresail! Throw her up in the wind!"
Frank knew he had no alternative; so he set his mess-kettle on deck out of the way, and picking up the swab, walked aft to the place where he had left Simpson. "Hullo, there," exclaimed the latter, as Frank approached, "what's the matter with you?" Frank related the whole circumstance, and Simpson could scarcely restrain his indignation.
Care, too, must be taken to group together those kinds of creatures which are not natural enemies, or natural food for each other, or a sad scene of devastation and murder will ensue. Cleansing cannot be always intrusted to snails. But the sides may be scrubbed with a soft swab, made of cotton or wick-yarn.
"Of course, if the swab Goliarh larns as 'ow one av 'is wives ha' taken a fancy to Master Colly, 'twill be all up wi' the poor lad. He will be killed, and mayhap eaten too, for that matter." "Like enough," assented Terence. "And should he scorn her very particular attentions, her resentment might be equally as dangerous as Golah's. I fear poor Colin has drifted into trouble."
And if you don't see the niftiest little craft that ever gladdened the eyes of a sailorman, you can call me a swab." "Where is she lying?" asked Drew. "Foot of Franklin Street, North River. You'll find me there most all the time, but if you don't just go aboard and look her over anyway. You'll be on her for some weeks, and you might as well get acquainted."
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