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Updated: May 9, 2025
After we've blasted her this time you two can go in the boat an' see what there is to git hold of, but two of my men must go along. So me an' Andy had to go on deck, an' two big fellers was detailed to go with us in the little boat when the time come, an' then the bat'ry man he teched her off. "Well, sir, the pop that followed that tech was somethin' to remember.
The bat'ry man clumb up on deck, an' fixed his wire to a 'lectric machine, which he'd got all ready afore we started. Andy an' me didn't git out of the boat. We had too much sense fur that, with all them hungry fellers waitin' to jump in her. But we just pushed a little off, an' sot waitin', with our mouths awaterin', fur him to touch her off.
An' so I just made up my mind without any more foolin', an' me an' Andy Boyle an' the bat'ry man, with some ca'tridges an' a coil of wire, got into the little shore boat, an' pulled over to the Mary Auguster. There we lowered a small ca'tridge down the main hatchway, an' let it rest down among the cargo. Then we rowed back to the steamer, uncoilin' the wire as we went.
March! an' away dey went tromp, tromp, towa'ds de Bat'ry. I kin see it all. I kin see it all. O Lawd, Lawd, dey's all dead," and she rocked back and forth, wiping her eyes with her apron.
"A little arter that I went to the cap'n an' I told him about Andy's idee, but he was down on it. `It's your vessel, an' not mine, says he, `an' if you want to try to git a dinner out of her I'll not stand in your way. But it's my 'pinion you'll just damage the ship, an' do nothin'. Howsomdever, I talked to the bat'ry man about it, an' he thought it could be done, an' not hurt the ship, nuther.
"In the mornin' Andy he come to me ag'in. `Have you made up your mind, says he, `about gittin' some of them good things fur Christmas dinner? `Confound you! says I, `you talk as if all we had to do was to go an' git 'em. `An' that's what I b'lieve we kin do, says he, `with the help of that bat'ry man. `Yes, says I, `an' blow a lot of the cargo into flinders, an' damage the Mary Auguster so's she couldn't never be took into port. An' then I told him what the cap'n had said to me, an' what I was goin' to do with the money. `A little ca'tridge, says Andy, `would do all we want, an' wouldn't hurt the vessel, nuther.
I've been talkin' to this bat'ry man, an' I've made up my mind it'll be easy enough to lower a little ca'tridge down among our cargo an' blow out a part of it. `What 'u'd be the good of it, says I, `blowed into chips? `It might smash some, says he, `but others would be only loosened, an' they'd float up to the top, where we could git 'em, specially them as was packed with pies, which must be pretty light. `Git out, Andy, says I, `with all that stuff! An' he got out.
The cap'n he called out to us to be keerful, an' Tom Simmons leaned over the rail an' swored; but I didn't pay no 'tention to nuther of 'em, an' we pulled away. "When I got aboard the Mary Auguster, I says to the bat'ry man: `We don't want no nonsense this time, an' I want you to put in enough ca'tridges to heave up somethin' that'll do fur a Christmas dinner.
When we reached the steamer, me an' Andy was a-goin' to stay in the boat as we did afore, but the cap'n sung out that he wouldn't allow the bat'ry to be touched off till we come aboard. `Ther's got to be fair play, says he. `It's your vittles, but it's my side that's doin' the work.
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