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Dr FRANK, an eminent author and practitioner. "Our actual information or knowledge of disease does not increase in proportion to our experimental practice. Every dose of medicine given is a blind experiment upon the vitality of the patient." Dr. BOSTOCK, author of "History of Medicine."
"Iss. Ship come," said Jackum, who had bounded up and inspected the vessel. "Jackum fess all aboy. Car-ee going fight him?" "No, no," cried the boy; "they must be friends," and, utterly worn out now, he broke down and hid his face. "Don't do that, dear lad," whispered Bostock. "Keep it up a bit longer, for I must leave you now. Jackum and I must go off in the whale-boat and pilot them inside.
Bostock was silent, and he screwed up his mahogany-tinted face till he looked ten years older. "Come, sir, speak the truth." "Allus does," said the old fellow, gruffly. "Let's have it then. Why are you spinning out this job so long and won't get it done?" "Am I, sir spinning it out like?" "Yes, you know you are. Now, are you going to tell me why?" "No, I aren't," growled the old fellow.
Bostock in Flanders, was addressed to him by another name "because he called himself Fawkes," that is to say, because he had acquired the name of Fawkes as an alias. "If he will not otherwise confess," the King had ended by saying, "the gentler tortures are to be first used unto him, et sic per gradus ad ima tenditur." To us, living in the nineteenth century, these words are simply horrible.
I pointed to the burnous-enveloped Arabs sleeping on the parapet. "It's out of place in Cadogan Gardens." She laughed her low, rippling laugh. It was music very pleasant to hear after the somewhat shrill cachinnation of the Misses Bostock of South Shields. I was so pleased that I gave half a franc to a pestilential Arab shoeblack. "That was nice of you," she said.
The doctor nodded in acquiescence, and they went on with their search, to find more and more how well they were provided for, old Bostock chuckling again and again as each advantage came home to him. "I don't believe no shipwrecked chaps was ever so well off before. Why, it's wonderful how little the Susan's hurt.
"What, with young Master Carey coming round instead o' lying dead and cold; and us safe and sound with a well-stored ship anchored under our feet?" "Yes, that is all good and comforting, Bostock," said the doctor; "but what about all our companions and friends?" "Ay, and mates too," said the old sailor. "Yes, that's bad, but there's always a bit o' blue sky behind the clouds.
He was speared in seven places in New Ireland the same time his mate was killed the famous "outrage on the brig Jolly Roger"; but the treacherous savages made little by their wickedness, and Bostock, in spite of their teeth, got seventy-five head of volunteer labour on board, of whom not more than a dozen died of injuries.
"Most like off the nor'-west coast o' 'Stralia, among the reefs and islands there. It's like it is on the nor'-east coast, a reg'lar coral sea. "Ha!" continued Bostock, when they were once more in shelter. "S'pose we take turn and turn now to watch young Master Carey. We're both worn out, sir. You take fust rest; you're worst." "No; lie down till I call you, my man." "Do you order me to, sir?"
It don't seem nat'ral to stand by and see the stooard's mate doing things for the lad as he'd, ask me to do if he could speak." "Ah! he mostly come to you, Bob Bostock, when he wanted a bit o' fishing-line or anything o' that kind." "He did," said the old sailor, "and glad I allus was to help him. Maybe we are going to have a blow to-night, and if it comes so much the better.
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