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He will land us safe in Charles Town, Joe, unless, unless we choose to go a-piratin' with him in the Royal James " Jack's voice trailed off in tones of indecision so comical that his comrade cried: "Not cured yet, you big numbskull? 'Cause this fine Cap'n Bonnet is a gentleman pirate? His neck will stretch with the rest of 'em when the law overtakes him.
A Golden Candle-stick. My share by Lot afore ye Mast." Joe Hawkridge could neither read nor write but he had ready knowledge of the meaning of these entries and he cried excitedly: "Say the name again, Jack. Bill Saxby, His Share. Strike me blind, but I was chums with Bill when we lay off Honduras. As decent a lad as ever went a-piratin'! A heart of oak is Bill, hailin' from London town."
The blistered, singed survivor touched a hand to his forehead and respectfully responded: "A carpenter by trade and nature, and allus was. I never see one happy day a-piratin' nor did I shed the blood of any human creatur'. With a bench and tools, you will find me a proper handy man in Charles Town." "That clinches it," cried Colonel Stuart.
Slowly it vanished in the darkness and he said to himself, in a prayer devoutly earnest: "That boy deserves a slant o' luck, and may the good God let him have it this once. Send the cask to the beach, and I vow to go a-piratin' never again." IT is often said that a thing is not lost if you know where it is.
In Bristowe I left Poll ashore, Well stored wi' togs and gold; An' off I goes to sea for more, A-piratin' so bold. An' wounded in the arm I got, An' then a pretty blow; Comes home I finds Poll flowed away. Yo ho, with the rum below. "Adad, brother," cries Joe, clapping the little man on the shoulder, "why have you stowed away your noble talents so long under hatches?
"What for did I ever quit carpenterin' to go a-piratin'? 'Tis the worst basket of chips that ever was." "No sooner do I crawl out of one hole than I tumble into another," very truthfully observed Joe Hawkridge. "Insomuch as I've allus crawled out, you and me'll shed no more tears, Peter. There's a kick in me yet."
I hope they'll fill up before anybody comes this way to notice them." "Somehow, I'm not so anxious as I was to go off 'a-piratin' so bold," said Georgina with a tired sigh. "I've had enough digging to last me forever and always, amen."
Down the middle of the street paraded this extraordinary company, the seamen breaking into a song which ran: "In Bristowe I left Poll ashore, Well stored wi' togs an' gold, And off I go to sea for more, A-piratin' so bold. An' wounded in the arm I got, An' then a pretty blow; Comed home I find Poll's flowed away, Yo, ho, with the rum below!"
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