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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Wal, boys," said Sam confidentially, "what'll ye have?" "Tell us 'Come down, come down!" we both shouted with one voice. This was, in our mind, an "A No. 1" among Sam's stories. "Ye mus'n't be frightened now," said Sam paternally. "Oh, no! we ar'n't frightened ever," said we both in one breath. "Not when ye go down the cellar arler cider?" said Sam with severe scrutiny.
I am not doing harm to any one. 'We ar'n't a going to hurt you, old woman; we came to hear you sing, cried many voices, simultaneously. 'Sing to us, old woman, cries one. 'Talk to us, old woman, says another. 'Pray, old woman, says a third. 'Tell us your experience, says a fourth. 'You stand and smoke so near me, I cannot sing or talk, she answered.
'Gaudium mihi, says the latter author, 'et solatium in literis: nihil tam laete quod his non laetius, nihil tam triste quid non per hos sit minus triste. God d n ye, you scoundrel, give me my gin! ar'n't you ashamed of keeping a gentleman of my fashion so long waiting?"
I say to myself, I says, `If anybody is going to get that money it's Master Waller and me, not old Fatty Gusset, who brought the soldiers up t'other day." "But he doesn't believe he's here now, does he, Bunny?" "Shouldn't wonder if he does, Master Waller. He ar'n't so stupid as he looks. He's as cunning as he is fat. A lot of the fox in him.
You must larn to chaw baccy, drink grog, and call the cat a beggar, and then you knows all a midshipman's expected to know nowadays. Ar'n't I right, sir?" said the sailor, appealing to the gentleman in a plaid cloak. "I axes you, because I see you're a sailor by the cut of your jib. Beg pardon, sir," continued he, touching his hat, "hope no offence."
But a little consideration taught me that there was nothing to fear, for if there was a conger in the hole the chances were that he would have thrust his head into the farthest corner, and that it would be his tail that I should touch. "Now, then," cried Bob. "Ar'n't you going to find any more prawns?"
"Hark at him, young Tom Tallington!" and he uttered now a peculiarly ugly harsh laugh "young squire ar'n't going to eat any more bacon, 'cause it's cruel to kill the pigs; nor no eels, because they has to be caught; and he wean't catch no more jacks, nor eel-pouts, nor yet eat any rabbud-pie! Ha ha ha ha ha!"
But you have made yourself an old tyrant in that quarter, considerably. Ar'n't you blushing, you hard-hearted old monster?" "Don't know, I'm sure," said the baron, scratching his nose, as if that was where he expected to feel it. "I believe I have treated them badly, though, now I come to think of it."
"Nobody but a born gen'us 'ud ever have tho'rt of that," he said "never seed yo' e'kal why, the money is your'n, any way you fix it. You can ring in Lizette one heat and Sadie B." "There are things to be thought and not talked of," replied Travis quickly. "For a man of your age ar'n't you learning to talk too much out loud? You go and find out what I've asked I'll do the rest.
"Oh, no, he wouldn't go to sleep," said the gunner. "He's close here somewhere. I hope he's had better luck than we, for I ar'n't found nothing; have you?" "No, no," arose on all sides. "Why, there ain't nothin' to find," growled Tom Tully. "I wish I was aboard. You're chief orsifer when he ar'n't here, Billy Waters. Give the order and let's go back."
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