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On the contrary, before him, in her peerless beauty, stood Genevra Tompkins, leaning on her father's arm. "Ye'r not scalped, then!" gasped her lover. "No. I have no hesitation in saying that I am not; but why this abruptness?" responded Genevra. Bumpo could not speak, but frantically produced the silken tresses. Genevra turned her face aside. "Why, that's her waterfall!" said the Judge.
As soon as the doors were closed upon the Cabinet Meeting that night, Polynesia addressed the Ministry: "Look here, you fellows," said she: "we've simply got to get the Doctor to take this holiday somehow unless we're willing to stay in this blessed island for the rest of our lives." "But what difference," Bumpo asked, "is his taking a holiday going to make?"
I reckon this damp sea air wouldn't be very good for my rheumatics." "No, Matthew it really isn't. You ought not to have come. You are not in any way suited to this kind of a life. I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy a long voyage a bit. We'll stop in at Penzance and put you ashore. Bumpo, please go downstairs to my bunk; and listen: in the pocket of my dressing-gown you'll find some maps.
"To cause mirth," said the Indian. Bumpo, while Long Arrow's back was turned, took three of the beans and swallowed them. "Alas!" said the Indian when he discovered what Bumpo had done. "If he wished to try the powers of these seeds he should have eaten no more than a quarter of a one. Let us hope that he does not die of laughter." The beans' effect upon Bumpo was most extraordinary.
"I think one of us had better sit up with him all night," said the Doctor. "We might put Bumpo on that duty; he's been napping all day, I know in the summer-house. It's a pretty bad sprain, that; and if the snail shouldn't be able to sleep, he'll be happier with some one with him for company. He'll get all right though in a few days I should judge.
One woman and one man, Sir. Here are the maps." "This is too much," said the Doctor feebly. "Who are they? I can't see their faces in this dim light. Strike a match, Bumpo." You could never guess who it was. It was Luke and his wife. Mrs. Luke appeared to be very miserable and seasick. But as soon as the ship had begun to roll Mrs. Luke had got most dreadfully unwell.
It was the fashion, and he would have to go. Bumpo wanted to bring his six wives with him. But the king wouldn't let him do that either. Poor Bumpo went off in tears and everybody in the palace was crying too. You never heard such a hullabaloo." "Do you know if he ever went back in search of The Sleeping Beauty?" asked the Doctor. "Oh yes," said Polynesia "the day after you left.
So Bumpo and I went down into the hold; and there, behind the flour-bags, plastered in flour from head to foot, we found a man. After we had swept most of the flour off him with a broom, we discovered that it was Matthew Mugg. We hauled him upstairs sneezing and took him before the Doctor. "Why Matthew!" said John Dolittle. "What on earth are you doing here?"
JUST before supper-time Bumpo appeared from downstairs and went to the Doctor at the wheel. "A stowaway in the hold, Sir," said he in a very business-like seafaring voice. "I just discovered him, behind the flour-bags." "Dear me!" said the Doctor. "What a nuisance! Stubbins, go down with Bumpo and bring the man up. I can't leave the wheel just now."
I very soon grew to be quite fond of our funny black friend Bumpo, with his grand way of speaking and his enormous feet which some one was always stepping on or falling over. Although he was much older than I was and had been to college, he never tried to lord it over me. He seemed to be forever smiling and kept all of us in good humor.
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