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Updated: May 14, 2025
"Bumby the sun was goun down: 't was slow work feelun my way along, an' I did n' want to look about; but then agen I thowt God 'ad made it to be sid; an' so I come to, an' turned all round, an' looked; an' surely it seemed like another world, someway, 't was so beautiful, yellow, an' different sorts o' red, like the sky itself in a manner, an' flashun like glass.
The schooner was gone, an' I was laved out o' the world! "Bumby, when I got on the big field agen, I stood up on my feet, an' I sid that was my ship! She had n' e'er a sail, an' she had n' e'er a spar, an' she had n' e'er a compass, an' she had n' e'er a helm, an' she had n' no hold, an' she had n' no cabin.
"Yes, yes an' me say Bumby." "Is she alive and well?" asked Robin. "Don' know," replied old George, shaking his head; "she no write to hold Geo'gie. Nigh two years since she goed away." When the excitement of this meeting began to subside, Sam Shipton took the old Malay aside, and, after prolonged conversation, learned from him the story, of which the following is the substance.
I did n' want to look at they beautiful islands no more, somehow. Bumby it comed on thick, an' then snow. "Nex' day swiles bawlun every way, poor things! "So we got abroad, an' the men that was wi' me jes' began to knock right an' left: 't was heartless to see an' hear it. They laved two old uns an' a young whelp to me, as they runned by.
"No! an' thank 'E's marcy, I'm sittun by my own room. 'E tooked me off; but 't was a dreadful sight, it's no use, ef a body'd let 'e'sself think! I sid a great black bear, an' hard un growl; an' 't was feelun, like, to hear un so bold an' so stout, among all they dreadful things, an' bumby the time 'ould come when 'e could n' save 'e'sself, do what 'e woul'.
"No no Miss Letty," replied the man hastily, "Ho! no, not dead, but goed away; nigh broked her heart when she losted you; git berry sick; t'ought she was go for die, but she no die. She jis turn de corner and come round, an' when she git bedder she hoed away." "Where did she go to?" asked Robin, anxiously. "To Bumby," said old George. "To where?" "Bumby." "I suppose you mean Bombay?" said Sam.
Mr Bumby was inclined to doubt whether it might not be better to get the money, or some guarantee for the money. Mr Bumby thought that if a bill at three months could be had for Dolly's share of the property it might be expedient to take it. Mr Squercum suggested that the property itself might be recovered, no genuine sale having been made. Mr Bumby shook his head.
'If so you may be sure that we shall produce it. Then Mr Squercum took his leave and went straight away to Mr Bumby, a barrister well known in the City. The game was too powerful to be hunted down by Mr Squercum's unassisted hands. He had already seen Mr Bumby on the matter more than once.
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