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I suspicioned he'd go to the station wid the gurl's kit at the end av the first piece. Twas the kit that flusthered me, for I knew for a Capt'n to go trapesing about the impire wid the Lord knew what av a truso on his arrum was nefarious, an' wud be worse than easin' the flag, so far as the talk aftherward wint." "Old on, Mulvaney. Wot's truso?" said Ortheris. "You're an oncivilized man, me son.
"At Quiggin's Hall There's enough for all, Good beer, and all things proper." "Hould,boys!" Pete had drawn up suddenly, and stopped his musicians with a sweep of the arm. "Were you spaking, Mr. Corteen?" "Nothing, Capt'n. No need to stare at all. I was only saying I was at the camp-meeting at Sulby, and I saw " "Go on, Jackie." "A pleasant place, With beds of aise, When we are done our supper."
"What girl?" I trembled, as I put the question: I was thinking of Lilian. "That darnationed devil of a Chicasaw." "What! Su-wa-nee?" "Yes Su-wa-nee." "Oh that cannot be? It could not be her?" "So I'd a thort myself; but darn me, capt'n! if I kin b'lieve it wa'nt her. What I seed war as like her as two eggs." "What did you see?"
The passenger, a stalwart fellow, with a look as of pallor under a tawny tan, walked the deck in a fever of excitement, sometimes shouting in a cracked voice, sometimes laughing huskily, and at last breaking down in a hoarse gurgle like a sob. "Can't you put me ashore, capt'n?" "Sorry I can't, sir, we've lost time already."
Sure enough there is the direction they have taken." "Well! ef I wan't bothered wi' these hyar animals, I ked follow them tracks easy enough. We'd soon kum upon the wheel agin, I reck'n: they ain't a-goin' to travel fur, wi' a hump like thet on thar shoulders." "No; it's not likely." "Wal, then, capt'n, s'pose we leave our critters hyar, an' take arter 'em afut?
But it matters not to me what Icelanders may call 'The Bondman, if they will honor me by reading it in the open-hearted spirit and with the free mind with which they are content to read of Grettir and of his fights with the Troll." From the Author's Preface. CAPT'N DAVY'S HONEYMOON. A Manx Yarn. 12mo. Paper, 50 cents; cloth, $1.00. "A new departure by this author.
He got away all right, and on November 23rd, 1776, wrote from the Cape of Good Hope: "Here I am hard and fast moor'd alongside my old friend Capt'n Cook, so that our battles with the Israelites cannot now have any ill effects upon our intending attack upon the North Pole.
It was not any lightness of heart that caused me to give an ironical form to the interrogative. Far from that. "Well, capt'n," replied my comrade, "it is rayther ugly news the red-skinned devil's told me; but I don' know how much truth thar's in it; for I've foun' her out in more 'n one lie about this bizness. She's been wi' the carryvan, however, an' shed know all about it." "About what?"
"Get a single block and a strap and a gant-line out o' the bo's'n's locker, Tom." "Is it all right, capt'n?" asked Tom, lowering his hands with a deep sigh of relief. "I did what seemed right, you know." "Rig that whip," said Swarth, turning his back and ascending the poop.
"'Gharri dhriver here, dhrunk, sorr, sez I; 'I've found his gharri sthrayin' about cantonmints, an' now I've found him. "'Oh! sez the Capt'n; 'fwhat's his name? I stooped down an' pretended to listen. "'He sez his name's Jungi, sorr, sez I.
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