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"Perhaps you would like to come in and sit down?" said the girl. Captain Bligh thanked her, and removing his cap followed her into a small parlor in the front of the house. "Father is out," she said, as she motioned him to an easy-chair, "but I'm sure he'll be pleased to see you when he comes in." "And I shall be pleased to see him," said the innocent skipper.
By-and-bye, without referring to the matter any more, he turned suddenly to Peter Bligh and exclaimed: "Halloa, my man, and what's the matter with you?" Now, Peter Bligh sat up as stiff as a board and answered directly. "Hunger, doctor, that's the matter with me! If you'll add thirst to it, you've about named my complaint." "Fog out of your lungs, eh?" "Be sure and it is.
I had made up my mind to take every proper precaution before going up to the house where my mistress lived; and with caution in my head I left Seth Barker, the carpenter, up on the hill path, while I set Peter Bligh at the gate of the garden, and posted Dolly Venn round at the northern side, where the men who had looted the Santa Cruz might be looked for with any others that I had no knowledge of.
"Well," says Peter Bligh, and he was the first among us to speak, "yon's a nice shipmate to speak on a quiet road. So help me thunder, but I wouldn't pass round the tin for him in a beauty show, no, not much! Did ye see the hair of him, captain did ye see the hair?"
Given under our hands the 20th November 1787. To Lieutenant William Bligh, commanding his majesty's armed vessel the Bounty at Spithead. By command of their Lordships, Given under our hands the 18th December 1787. To Lieutenant William Bligh, commanding His Majesty's armed vessel Bounty, Spithead. By command of their Lordships, P. Stephens.
In the end, believe me, this foreign bully turned tail and ran like a whipped cur. It was all I could do to keep the lad from his heels. "Next time, Dolly," cried I, holding him back roughly, "next time, lad; we have better work to do, much better work to do. Here's Peter needing a box for his goods and a pretty big one, too. Is it over, Peter? Will he be talking any more?" I asked Mister Bligh.
I'll thank you for any kindness to him." He turned a pleasant face towards me and bade me lay Dolly on the sofa near the flaming burner. Peter Bligh was sitting on a chair, swearing, I fear, as much as he was coughing. Seth Barker, who had the lungs of a bull, looked as though he had found good grass. The fog wasn't made, I do believe, which would harm him.
"We walking on the sea, the likes of which the parson talks about?" chimed in Seth Barker. "If you haven't got a boat," says Dolly Venn, "I don't see how you are to make one out of seaweed! Perhaps Mister Jacob will come back tomorrow." "And perhaps we sha'n't be hungry before that same time!" added Peter Bligh; "aye, that's it, captain, where's the dinner to come from?"
It was the same way with the cultivation of the sugar-cane, a plant indigenous to the island; peculiarly fitted to the soil and climate, and of so excellent a quality that Bligh took slips of it to the West Indies. All the plantations went on famously for a while; the natives swarming in the fields like ants, and making a prodigious stir.
And the dress of 'em, the dress of 'em," whispers Peter Bligh. But I clapped my hand upon his mouth and stopped him that time. "The dress is all right," said I; "what I'm wondering is how three of that sort came in such a place as this. And well born too, well born, or I don't know the meaning of the term!" They were pretty creatures and their dress was like the rest of them.
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