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We will therefore leave Captain Ellice and his wife and son to pour out the deep feelings of their hearts to each other, and follow the footsteps of honest John Buzzby, as he sailed down the village with his wife and children, and a host of admiring friends in tow.
Here Buzzby caused the driver to pull up. "Stop, ye varmint! Come to an anchor!" said he. "Is that a way to drive the poor dogs!" "Ye might have stopped him sooner, I think," cried the second mate in wrath. "Hai!" shouted the band of Esquimaux, pointing to a hummock of ice, a few hundred yards in advance of the spot, on which they stood.
"What if it should be my father's brig?" whispered Fred Ellice, as he grasped Singleton's arm and turned to him a face of ashy paleness. "No fear of that, lad," said Buzzby, who stood near the larboard gangway and had overheard the remark. "I'd know your father's brig among a thousand " As he spoke, the two masses of ice closed, and the brig was nipped between them.
It was during her third voyage to the West Indies that our hero Fred was born, and it was during this and succeeding voyages that Buzzby became "all but a wet-nurse" to him. Mrs. Ellice was a loving, gentle, seriously-minded woman.
Captain Ellice agreed; Mrs. Ellice insisted on accompanying them; and in a few weeks they were once again on their old home, the ocean, and Fred was enjoying his native air in company with his friend Buzzby, who stuck to the old ship like one of her own stout timbers. But this was destined to be a disastrous voyage.
Buzzby philosophised about her, too, after a strange fashion.
Look, now, how we're enjoyin' the sun an' the heat just as if it wos so much gold!" "Goold!" echoed O'Riley in a tone of contempt; "faix, I niver thought so little o' goold before, let me tell ye. Goold can buy many a thing, it can, but it can't buy sunshine. Hallo! what's this!" O'Riley accompanied the question with a sudden snatch of his hand. "Look here, Buzzby!
Buzzby, too, who stuck to his old commander like a leech, was equally anxious to go; but Buzzby, in a sudden and unaccountable fit of tenderness, had, just two months before, married a wife, who might be appropriately described as "fat, fair, and forty," and Buzzby's wife absolutely forbade him to go. Alas! Buzzby was no longer his own master.
"Why, Ben, I declare you are becoming poetical," said Alf with a smile; "your conceptions correspond with those of Buzzby, who writes: "`Great Ocean, slumb'ring in majestic calm, Lies like a mighty a mighty "I I fear I've forgotten. Let me see: "`Great Ocean, slumb'ring in majestic calm, Lies like a mighty " "Giant in a dwalm," suggested Benjy.
Grim admitted that they did remarking that it might just as well be ten P.M. for all the difference the sun would make in it and went below with Buzzby. In the cabin active preparations were making for an extended hunting-expedition, which the empty state of the larder rendered absolutely necessary.
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