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"Come, you yaller-cheeked chiefs; you's die if you no make a heffort. Come on deck, breeve de fresh air. Git up a happetite. Go in for salt pork, plum duff, and lop-scouse, an' you'll git well 'fore you kin say Jack Rubinson." Tomeo and Buttchee looked up at the jovial negro and smiled imbecile smiles they were.
"Well, have you brought the doctor?" "Ho, yis, massa, an' I bring Tomeo and Buttchee too." "Didn't I tell you to let no one else come near us?" said Orlando in a tone of vexation. "Dat's true, massa, but I no kin stop dem. So soon as dey hear dat Antonio Zeppa am found, sick in de mountains, dey swore dey mus' go see him. I say dat you say no! Dey say dey not care. I say me knock 'em bofe down.
He was by no means properly into the garment, and his look of solemn inquiry said as much to the missionary. "Try another heave, my friend," said Waroonga, in a tone of encouragement. Buttchee tried, with the result of a mysterious and incomprehensible noise at his back. "What is that?" he said quickly, with looks of alarm, as he endeavoured to glance over his shoulder.
Beside him, and not less absorbed, stood his valiant and amiable son; while around, in various attitudes, sat or stood the chiefs Tomeo and Buttchee, Rosco and Ebony, Ongoloo and Wapoota, and little Lippy with her mother! But the native missionary was not there.
"We cannot move," said Tomeo and Buttchee together, "because we w " Together they ceased giving the reason it was not necessary! "Oh dear!" said Ebony, opening his great eyes to their widest. "You no kin lib long at dat rate. Better die on deck if you mus' die; more heasy for you to breeve up dar, an' more comf'rable to fro you overboard w'en you's got it over."
All the more that Ebony's views were emphatically backed up by the chiefs Tomeo and Buttchee, both of whom asserted that Zeppa had never failed in anything he had ever undertaken, and that it was impossible he should fail now. Thus encouraged, Orlando returned home to comfort his mother. But Orley's mother refused to be comforted.
In the midst of the rejoicings a huge, lustrous pair of black eyes gazed earnestly into Orlando's face, and an enormously thick pair of red lips said, "I go too, massa eh?" "Well, you may, Ebony, if the captain will let you. He has already agreed to take the missionary and the chiefs Tomeo and Buttchee; but, mind, not a whisper of our secret hope to any one."
Tomeo and Buttchee also had begun to regard him as his father's successor. "I would advise you to do nothing," said Orley, in reply to Waroonga's question, "beyond having all the fighting men of the village prepared for action, and being ready at a moment's notice to receive the strangers as friends if they choose to come as such."
"To appear," he continued with a short sigh; "also, I have seen many wars and suffered much from many wounds as you you ha! you know, Buttchee, my brother, but of all the " He became silent again suddenly. "Why does my brother p-pause?" asked Buttchee, in a meek voice as of one who had suffered severely in life's pilgrimage. There was no occasion for Tomeo to offer a verbal reply.
In a retired part of the ship's cabin there are two savage nobles who do not take things quite as gallantly as the ship herself. These are our friends Tomeo and Buttchee of Ratinga. Each is seated on the cabin floor with his back against the bulkhead, an expression of woe-begone desolation on his visage, his black legs apart, and a ship's bucket between them.
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