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"It's my belief as our skipper's pretty nigh mad," continued Tom, giving a vicious jerk at his oar, "or else he wouldn't be sending us ashore at this time o' night." "Well, it is late, Tommy," said the gunner; "but we must make the best on it." "Yah! There ar'n't no best on it. All we can do is to get ashore, sit down on the sand, and shout out, `Muster Leigh, ahoy!"
And the more I looked from George's wet shirt to George, roaring with laughter, the more I was amused, and I laughed so much that I had to let the shirt fall back into the water again. "Ar'n't you you going to get it out?" said George, between his shrieks.
We often found him waiting for us at the Story-seat, and the great stout fellow laughed and wept over our tales like a three-year-old. Often he said with extraordinary pride, "You are telling the story to me quite as much as to David, ar'n't you?" He was of an innocence such as you shall seldom encounter, and believed stories at which even David blinked.
Why, I'd have a noo thick weskit, a plush un, before the winter come a red un like his'n," and he nodded towards the robin. "Bah! Nonsense!" "Nay, it ar'n't, lad. Them red uns are strange and warm, and lies down like feathers. Then there's boots.
Brown, with a snuffle "of inward sweetness long drawn out," and expressive of great admiration of his offered treasures; "beautiful articles, sir, ar'n't they?" "Very, the parrot in particular," said Clarence. "Yes, sir," returned Mr. Brown, "the parrot is indeed quite a jewel; it belonged to the late Lady Waddilove; I offer it to you with considerable regret, for "
"Not I: and I suppose as if they didn't like it they'd run away." "Run away! poor creatures," said the black gentleman. "Why, if they did, they would be flogged." "Flogged heh; well, and if we run away we are to be hanged. The nigger's better off nor we: ar'n't he, Tom?"
"We says, sir," he began, addressing the major "I mean they says as we I mean they ain't fighting men, never having 'llsted or gone in the ryle navy; but in a case like this they will no, we will, for of course I ar'n't going to stand back have no objection to a bit of a set-to so as to lick the niggers.
And thus he cried, until Roland and Nathan seizing him by the shoulders, dragged him by main force from the Indian, who was found, when they came to examine the body afterwards, actually pommelled to death, the skull having been beaten in as with bludgeons. The victor sprang upon his feet, and roared his triumph aloud: "Ar'n't I lick'd him handsome!
"Only that he nearly drove his knife through one of the men, that's all," replied the mate; "English sailors ar'n't fond of knives." He then touched his hat, and went down again to the pool, desiring me to follow him with a kid for our share of the supper. I did so, and on my return she asked me why I had drawn my knife upon the seaman, and I narrated how it occurred.
No, no; I ar'n't feared o' your men," said the old lady. "They won't hurt a poor old crittur like me." "There, spread out and search the place," said Hilary. "She's as deaf as a post. Whistle for help whoever finds the rascals."
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