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"Hors is laimd," said the curious letter. "Regret inconvenuns axept Respect from obt servt Captin Sharp." "Very sweet and to the point," said Mrs Cottier. "Is Nigger lame, then?" "Yes," I answered. "Joe says he has been kicked. You won't be able to drive him for some time." "Poor old Nigger," said Mrs Cottier, as she unwrapped the parcel. "Now, I wonder what 'Respect' Captain Sharp has sent me?"
As they pulled up, Murty O'Toole came forward to take the horses a marked compliment from Murty, who, like most head stockmen, was a free and independent soul. Jim went over the wheel with a bound, and seized Brownie's hand. "How are you, Brownie, dear?" "The size of him!" said she. "The shoulders. No wonder they 'ad you for captin of the football eleven, then, my dear!" The boys grinned widely.
"What do you think it is, captin?" asked the Irishman. "Moight it be some ship in disthriss?" Before the captain could reply, the sound came a second time over the waters, with a prolonged wail, like the cry of a suffering sinner on his death-bed. "The dugong!" exclaimed Saloo, this time recognising the melancholy note, so like to the voice of a human being. "It is," rejoined Captain Redwood.
"Keep her up a point." "Do you hear that, Squire? that's English, or what we used to call to singing school short metre. The critter don't say a word, even as much as 'by your leave'; but jist goes and takes his post, and don't ask the name of the vessel, or pass the time o' day with the Captin.
I b'lieve they 'spect things to grow ov thimselves 'athout any cultivatin'. An' to see that poor young lady hillin' the corn herself I felt as I'd like to bate both the captin an' his fine idle son so I would, while I could stand over 'em.
By the time he came in Howard and Jim had generally finished and gone out the old man took a sly delight in keeping "Major" away from "Captin" and after cooking his meal, it was his job to wash up and to clean out the kitchen, over which old Joe proved unexpectedly critical. Then came a varied choice of tasks to tackle to while away the day.
I thought it moight be some kind of shill-fish. Hungry as we are, we can't ate stones?" "Not so fast, Murtagh," said the captain, who had more carefully scrutinised the article Saloo had taken up. "It's not a stone, but what you first supposed it a shell-fish." "That big thing a shill-fish! Arrah now, captin, aren't you jokin'?" "No, indeed.
They're allers givin' to the poor, and they try to make the settlers more decent every way, but 'taint been o' much use". After a long, meditative pause, Micah said, "Neow Captin', I want yeou to answer me one question, honestly. I aint a goin' to ask any thing sarcy. Did ye ever in yer life see a harnsumer, witchiner critter than Miss Adèle is?"
"Well, I ain't goin' ter fight yous about it, an' I'm not worryin' a mighty lot about you, Major, 'cause your little bit o' country's ready made for you. But Captin's different. We won't 'ave no fight about cash, Captin; but that last year's calf of the ol' keow's goin' ter be a pretty decent steer, an' when you gets yer farm 'e's goin' on it as yer first bit o' stock.
"Well, and if it is," rejoins the skipper, "what does that signify to us?" "A mighty deal, Captin'. Thet air, surposin' it should snap off jest now. An' sech a thing wouldn't be unusual. I wonder we haven't seed the like afore now, runnin' past so many glasheers ez we hev. Cewrus, too, our not comin' acrost a berg yet. I guess the ice's not melted sufficient for 'em to break away."
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