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Now, then, where's this here boat? Bring them two wounded men along. D'yer hear?" "Oh, it ar'n't been such a very bad time," growled Tom Tully; "we did have a bit of a fight!" "Fight? ay! and didn't finish it. Now, then, Tom Tully, where's that boat? Can you see her?" "Yes; here she is," growled the big sailor; "and blest if some one ar'n't took away the oars; and yes that they have.
The company bestirred themselves with one accord, and to the roughest and most laconic gave him a brief "Good-day." "You're English," said a good-natured Welshman, "ar'n't you, my lad?" "Ay, mester," was the reply: "I'm fro' Lancashire." He sat down on the edge of the rough platform, and laid his stick and bundle down in a slow, wearied fashion.
"That's it for sartain; and if I wouldn't rather sarve under Billy Waters for skipper than our luff, I ar'n't here." "You'd best tell him, then, as soon as we get on board," said one of the men. "What! and be called a fool and a hidiot!" cried the gunner. "Not I, my lads. I says let him find it out for hisself now, for I sha'n't tell nothing till I'm asked."
"Hush!" interrupted her ragged companion, with a look of terror. "What's the good o' namin' him, and allus talkin' about him, when yer don't never know as he ar'n't byside ye?" "I'll devil yer!" shrieked the crone, through a half-eaten tomato. "Finish mendin' up yer cover, yer mean cranberry-thief!"
"Afeard of your nose!" said Ralph, with great indignation; "ar'n't I jist been slicked out of the paws of five mortal abbregynes that had me in the tugs? and ar'n't that luck enough for any feller? I tell you what, Nathan, me and you will snuff the track together: you shall hunt up anngelliferous madam, and gin her my compliments; and, while you're about it, I'll steal her a hoss to ride off on!"
That there lady in heliotrope and fur is the wife of the Secretary of War, and the one in green velvet and chinchilla is Mis' Senator Maxwell. That real stylish handsome girl just behind is her darter, and I guess she has a good many beaux. They're real elegant, ar'n't they? I guess we have good cause to be proud of our ladies."
I spent an hour on that 'ere gun-carriage this very mornin'. But it all comes of White-Jacket there. If it warn't for having one too many, there wouldn't be any crowding and jamming in the mess. I'm blessed if we ar'n't about chock a' block here! Move further up there, I'm sitting on my leg!" "For God's sake, gunner's mate," cried I, "if it will content you, I and my jacket will leave the mess."
"Look here, Bunny; what have you got in your head?" "Hidees, Master Waller. Never you mind what I have got in my head; it's what have you got up in your room where you are always cobbling and tinkering and making things?" "Bunny!" cried Waller, staggered for the moment out of his assurance. "Yes; that's me, Master Waller, and I want fifty pound. Lot of money, ar'n't it? And I want money.
"Thar, dad!" cried Tom Bruce, grasping his father's arm, and pointing, but with unsteady finger and glistening eye, at the two cousins, "that, that's a sight worth dying for!" with which words he fell suddenly to the earth. "Dying, you brute!" cried the father in surprise and concern: "you ar'n't had a hit, Tom?"
Every body agrees the French won't hold out much longer, and then we must have a peace for want of enemies." "So best, so best, boy; for one, who has seen so much of the horrors of war as I, knows how to put a rational value on the blessings of tranquillity!" "Then you ar'n't altogether unacquainted, good-man, with the new trade you thought of setting up?"
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