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And our Capt'n posted some on us at top of cellar steps and led the rest on us up the stairs to a kind o' tallet where thuck machine-gun was. And what d'ye think we found, sir?" he said, raising himself on his elbow. "What?" "There was a poor girl there half daft she wur wi' nothing on but a man's overcoat.
A letter in the Record Office, London, dated Liverpool, New South Wales, December 15th, 1817, says: "I have just heard a report that Mr. Bass is alive yet in South America. A capt'n of a vessel belonging to this port, trading among the islands to the east, fell in with a whaler, and the capt'n informed him he had seen such a person, and described the person of Mr. Bass. The capt'n, knowing Mr.
The fisherman had treated the driver and the farmer at the Hibernian, and was being rewarded with robustious chaff. "I'm telling Dan Johnny here these childers that's coming when a man's away from home isn't much to trust. Best put a sight up with the lil one to the wise woman of Glen Aldyn, eh? A man doesn't like to bring up a cuckoo in the nest what d'ye say, Capt'n?"
He was a bad dhrill was this Capt'n a rotten bad dhrill an' whin first I ran me eye over him, I sez to myself: 'My Militia bantam! I sez, 'My cock av a Gosport dunghill' 'twas from Portsmouth he came to us 'there's combs to be cut, sez I, 'an' by the grace av God, 'tis Terence Mulvaney will cut thim.
The postman saw him as he went by, and his little eyes twinkled treacherously. "Nothing for you yet, Capt'n," he said at length. "Chut!" said Pete, with a mighty puff of smoke; "my business isn't done by correspondence, Mr. Kelly." "Aw, no; but when a man's wife's away " began the postman.
Have none of the men come yet?" She put her fingers together, flung her hands widely apart in all directions, brought them slowly together again and pointed to the supper table. "Um! That is to say they are dispersed about their business, but will all be here to-night?" She nodded. "Where's the capt'n?"
"Are you mad, sir?" "I reckon not, capt'n," replied the hunter, doggedly bringing down his piece. "We must eat, I s'pose. I see nothin' but them about; an' how are we goin' to get them 'ithout shootin'?" Seguin made no reply, except by pointing to the bow which El Sol was making ready. "Eh-ho!" added the hunter; "yer right, capt'n. I asks pardon. I had forgot that piece o' bone."
Twisting ferns about her lil neck for lace, sticking a mountain thistle, sparkling with dew, on her breast for a diamond, twining a trail of fuchsia round her head for a crown aw, dear! aw, dear! And now well, well, to think! to think!" There was laughter on the other side of the coach. "What do you say, Capt'n Pete?" shouted Crow. "What's that?" asked Pete.
No doubt the pair have slipped off from some of the frontier posts; and having no opportunity to provide themselves with a better means of transport, have brought the wheelbarrow with them. It is ludicrous enough, but by no means improbable. There are some queer customers in the service of Uncle Sam." "I think there be ha, ha, ha! What shed we do, capt'n? Hedn't we better catch up to 'em?"
"A purty capt'n he is, aint he, an' you're a purty soldier, aint you. A soldier owning up that he's afraid," said Jake tauntingly. "Well, you're afraid too, you know you are, else you wouldn't 'a' shut up that way like a turtle when he told you to." "No, I aint afraid, neither, and you'll find it out 'fore you're done with it.
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