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"In the public schools," said the doctor, "the children are taught that blueskins are now carriers of the disease they survived three generations ago! That they hate everybody who isn't a blueskin. That they are constantly scheming to introduce their plague here so most of us will die and the rest become blueskins. That's beyond rationalizing. It can't be true, but it's not safe to doubt it."
It was in the fall and the early winter of the year 1750, and again in the summer of the year following, that the famous pirate, Blueskin, became especially identified with Lewes as a part of its traditional history. For some time for three or four years rumors and reports of Blueskin's doings in the West Indies and off the Carolinas had been brought in now and then by sea captains.
Of these none were so open and apparent a case as that of Blake, alias Blueskin. This fellow had from a child been under the tuition of Jonathan, who paid for the curing his wounds, whilst he was in the Compter, allowed him three and sixpence a week for his subsistence, and afforded his help to get him out of there at last.
"No, it is supposed to be the same size," was the reply. "Then why haven't you ever been there? Seems to me you could walk across the whole island in an hour," said the boy. "The two parts are separated by an impassable barrier," answered Ghip-Ghisizzle. "Between them lies the Great Fog Bank." "A fog bank? Why, that's no barrier!" exclaimed Cap'n Bill. "It is indeed," returned the Blueskin.
"Well, by the Holy Eternal, Hi, if that isn't a piece of your tarnal luck. Burned by Blueskin, was it?" He paused for a moment, as though turning it over in his mind. Then he laughed again. "All the same," said he presently, "d'ye see, I can't suffer for Blueskin's doings. The money was willed to me, fair and true, and you have got to pay it, Hiram White, burn or sink, Blueskin or no Blueskin."
The veins in his throat and forehead swelled and blackened; his eyes protruded from their sockets, and stared wildly; a thick damp gathered on his brow: and blood gushed from his mouth, nostrils, and ears. "Water!" he gasped. The executioner shook his head. "Do you submit?" interrogated Wild. Blueskin answered by dashing his head violently against the flagged floor.
"Med Ship Aesclipus! Med Ship Aesclipus!" Calhoun answered and the voice said anxiously; "'Sorry about the challenge, but we have the blueskin problem always with us. We have to be extremely careful! Will you come in, please?" "I'm on my way," said Calhoun. "The planetary health authorities," said the voice, more anxiously still, "are very anxious to be coöperative. We need Med Service help!
But they should be known...." Maril said wrily; "I can guess what you mean. I never went into detail about how the blueskin markings disappeared, but a few hints You've got books for me?" Calhoun nodded. He brought them to her. "If we only fell in love with each other, Maril, we'd be a team! Too bad! These are a wedding present you'll do well to hide." She put her hands in his.
Followed by Van Galgebrok and others of his retinue, he then rushed into the room, where Rowland, Sir Cecil, and their attendants, stood with drawn swords prepared to receive them. "Beat down their blades," cried the Master; "no bloodshed." "Beat out their brains, you mean," rejoined Blueskin with a tremendous imprecation; "no half measures now, Master."
I'm told everything there is pink instead of blue. A fearful place it must be, indeed!" said the Blueskin with a shudder. "I dunno 'bout that," remarked Cap'n Bill. "That Pink Country sounds kind o' cheerful to me. Is your Blue Country very big?" "It is immense," was the proud reply.
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