Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 12, 2025
"Well, now, the Cap'n's told them ar stories till he begins to b'lieve 'em himself, I think." But works of fiction, as we all know, if only well gotten up, have always their advantages in the hearts of listeners over plain, homely truth; and so Captain Kittridge's yarns were marketable fireside commodities still, despite the skepticisms which attended them.
Bunty, Ralph afterward learned, had run away at a foreign port with a small sum of money not his own. "Cap'n's changed his mind then, sir," returned Tom, "He said as 'e wanted p'tickler care taken of this kid, and he was to wait in the cabin till 'e gets his sea legs on so to speak." "What' your name?" To Ralph, then turning to the men: "Easy there. Lay her even, can't you."
His boat is a Federal transport, and he is in Yankee pay." Ephum took a step forward, appealingly, "But de Cap'n's yo' friend, Marse Comyn. He ain't never fo'get what you done fo' him, Marse Comyn. He ain't in de army, suh." "And I am the Captain's friend, Ephum," answered the Colonel, quietly. "But I will not ask aid from any man employed by the Yankee Government.
The glare in the Cap'n's eyes failed to dislodge him, and the Cap'n's mind was just then too intent on a certain topic to admit even the digression of ordering Mr. Gammon out. "What in the name of Josephus Priest do I care what the public demands?" he continued, shoving his face toward the lowering countenance of Mr. Tate.
Now, the farmer was mortally afraid of the sergeant, knowing he had thirty ankers and more of contraband liquor in his cellars, and minding the sergeant's threat. None the less his jealousy got the upper hand. "Woman," he cries out, "to thy bed!" "I was waiting," said she, "to say the Cap'n's bed " "Sergeant's," says the dragoon, correcting her. " Was laid i' the spare room."
Occasionally he checked himself in some alarm, to wonder what meant that ridging of the Cap'n's jaw-muscles, and whether he really heard the seaman's teeth gritting. Once, when he recoiled before an unusually demoniac glare from Sproul, the latter whined, after a violent inward struggle: "It beats all how my rheumaticks has been talkin' up lately.
Struck it with a choppin'-tray for a bo't and a mess of rooty-baggy turnips for a crew! And there's only one hole to crawl out of." The wind had shifted when it settled into the blow a fact that the Cap'n's shipmates did not realize, and which he was too disgusted by their general inefficiency to explain to them.
It was another queer play of fate that the next passer was Marengo Todd, whipping his way to the fire behind a horse that had a bit of wire pinched over his nose to stifle his "whistling." Marengo Todd leaped out and presented the end of a fence-rail to Brackett first, and pulled him out. When he stuck the end of the rail under the Cap'n's nose the Cap'n pushed it away with mud-smeared hands.
He held the rooster a-straddle his arm, his broad hand on its back, and shook him under the Cap'n's nose. "I've earnt more'n a thousand dollars with P.T. and that's a profit in the hen business that all the condition powders this side of Tophet couldn't fetch." "A thousand dollars!" echoed Cap'n Sproul, stuffing his pipe. He gazed at P.T. with new interest.
"Cap'n's on deck, I s'pose?" said the mate, preparing to resume negotiations where they were broken off the night before. "I hope you feel better than you did last night." "Yes, thank you," said she. "You'll make a good sailor in time," said the mate. "I hope not," said Miss Alsen, who thought it time to quell a gleam of peculiar tenderness plainly apparent in the mate's eyes.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking