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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Caramba! You try for get away," stormed the Mexican. "Pig!" "Not a bit like it! I've been a sonnambulust ever since I'm a baby." "Why didn't you answer when we called?" Cloudy demanded. "How can I talk when I'm sound asleep?" "If you couldn't hear us call, why did you run?" "Now have a little sense, pal. A sleep-walker don't know what he's doin'."
Instantly the two hucksters gave voice, fairly running over each other in their confused jargon, during which I managed to distinguish native names for potatoes, yams, sweet corn, peaches, apples, and I know not what else. The Spaniard perched high on the rail waved his long arms in unmitigated disgust. "Caramba!" he cried the moment he could make his voice distinguished above the uproar.
"Steer your course to the west." "Caramba!" "Steer your course to the west." "Impossible." "As you will. What I tell you is for the others' sake. As for myself, I am indifferent." "But, Master Doctor, steer west?" "Yes, skipper." "The wind will be dead ahead." "Yes, skipper." "She'll pitch like the devil." "Moderate your language. Yes, skipper." "The vessel would be in irons." "Yes, skipper."
At other times he would imagine we were hunting the wary and elusive pitta, and would start up crying, "Ah! el tinkalu, it is there! por Deos, shoot, my English, shoot!" or he would imagine we were after butterflies, and would cry out, "Caramba, mariposa azul muy grande, muy bueno, bueno!"
I thought I would go to meet him and receive his blessing. For a time I saw no one, and I thought, 'Caramba! but the padre has long legs this hot weather! Just then he stood before me. He had walked out of the side of the hill through a hole no wider than himself.
But he never got so far as her face then; and hardly had time to criticise her figure; for at that moment a brisk gust of the mistral swept round the corner, and revealed a foot and ankle so marvelously exquisite, that they attracted his eyes, as long as he dared to fix them without risking a stare; and kept his thoughts busy till he saw her again. "Caramba!" he muttered, half aloud.
As he did so, Milsom put a whistle to his lips and blew a short, shrill blast. There instantly followed a rush of bare feet along the deck; and as the Spaniards passed in through the yacht's gangway they found themselves confronted with some thirty stalwart British seamen, with drawn cutlasses in their hands and revolvers in their belts. "Caramba!
"Caramba!" muttered Guido beneath his breath, "it makes me mad! It's like the old custom of garlanding a victim before offering him up as a sacrifice!" That night we slept on the schooner, disembarking the next day. The route was lined by Bolivar's soldiers, who saluted stiffly, and by thousands of people cheering wildly for their renowned visitor.
His hat fell off, his head was not nice to look at, and his body flopped lax and rolled out of sight behind the bulwarks. "Caramba!" cried Gerilleau, and resorted to Holroyd forthwith. Holroyd was half-way up the companion. "Did you see dat?" said the captain. "Dead!" said Holroyd. "Yes. You'd better send a boat aboard. There's something wrong." "Did you by any chance see his face?"
Alvarado stared first at the book, then at his caller. After a moment he made a sign to his wife, who left the room. Wetting his lips, he inquired, with an effort, "What do you want?" O'Reilly told him in a few words. Alvarado showed relief; he even smiled. "I see, but Caramba! You gave me a start. And this book! Ha! Tomas will have his jokes.
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