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We took sailing orders on the 1st of September; and then Captain Blokes discovered to the crew whither we were bound, that is to say, on a four years' voyage, in order that, if any Disorders should arise among us, we might exchange our Malcontents while in company with one of His Majesty's ships.
Why, d'you mean to tell me you don't know wot bleedin' a buoy is?" "I'm afraid my nautical knowledge is very limited," I apologised. "It's surprisin' wot some shoregoin' blokes don't know abart th' Navy, sir," said the burly one with some contempt, chuckling away to himself.
Many Gold Chains, Bracelets, Ouches, and suchlike Whim-Whams the Sable Nymph found cunningly stowed away; upon which we gave her half a pint of Wine and a large pot of Sweets, forgiving her at the same time a Whipping at the Capstan which had been promised her for Romping and Gammocking among the people in the Forecastle. For I suppose there was never a modester man than Captain Blokes.
'Oo comes there? an' if the bloke or blokes say, 'Friend, then 'e'll say 'Hadvance one an' give the countersign, and if he can't give no countersign, then blow 'is bleedin' 'ead off, see?... Now I shall visit yer from time to time, an' let me find you spry an' smart with yer, 'Alt, 'Oo comes there? see?
"'Arf a mo', Guv, 'arf a mo' gimme a chance for a occasional word! An' don't frown, Guv, don't frown at a pore old cove; y' see, there's jest three blokes in this 'ard world as my old 'eart warms to, an' one on 'em 's Joe, an' t' other un 's you, an' t' other un 's 'er which ain't a bloke. Lord, Guv, what a soft armful o' beauty! 'Ow warm an' cuddlesome! Oh, Guv, what a waist! What lips! What "
What's the use o' lettin' good stuff go west? A dead un can't do nothin' wi' watches an' rings an' five-franc notes! Gorblimy, 'ave a bit o' sense! It's allus your class o' blokes what makes a bleed'n' fuss!" Having thus vindicated their rights, the two men turned away in order to continue their search for the legitimate spoils of war.
Some o' you blokes is as 'elpless as a lot o' kids yer want a wet nurse to look arter yer!" "That's what you're there for, to look after us!" "Don't bloody well tell me what I'm there for! I know me job an' don't want no tellin'. Get stuck into it an' don't let me 'ave any o' yer bloody lip, else yer'll be up fur orderly room I shan't give yer another warnin'!"
"Old gal's bolted agin," observed Billy, in the middle of his task. "'Ave any of you blokes saw her?" "No," said Smith, "when did she go?" "Last night," said Billy. "She give me a dose fust, and when I came round, if she ain't sloped along of all my browns. She's a rum un." Poor Billy, what a picture of his domestic life was this!
"Why we leaves 'em alone an' goes to de nex' farm an' calls up K. C. an' tips off de dicks, see?" "Youse don't tink we'll get any o' dat five hun, do youse, wit de dicks in on it?" The other scratched his head. "No," he said, rather dubiously, after a moment's deep thought; "dey don't nobody get nothin' dat de dicks see first; but we'll get even with dese blokes, annyway."
The cost was, perhaps, one man per yard; but as Tommy said, "It ain't the trench wot counts. It's the more-ale. Bucks the blokes up to win, an' that's worth a 'ole bloomin' army corps." Rumors of all degrees of absurdity reached us. The enemy was massing on our right, on our left, on our immediate front. The division was to attack at dawn under cover of a hundred bomb-dropping battle-planes.
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