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He kens weel eneugh wha feeds him, and cleeds him, and keeps a' tight, thack and rape, when his coble is jowing awa in the Firth, puir fallow. Na, na, lass! them that sell the goods guide the purse them that guide the purse rule the house. Show me ane o' yer bits o' farmer-bodies that wad let their wife drive the stock to the market, and ca' in the debts. Na, na."
The consequence was, as the evening was clear, that there was a very numerous assemblage upon the forecastle of the cutter Yungfrau. "Flog Jemmy!" said Bill Spurey. "Why, Jemmy's a hofficer." "To be sure he is," observed another: "and quite as good a one as Vanslyperken himself, though he don't wear brass on his hat." "Damn it what next heh, Coble?" Coble hitched up his trousers.
The corporal rose on his feet and shook himself like an elephant. "Dat tog is de tyfel's imp, and dat's de end on it," said he, with alarm still painted on his countenance. "And is he really on board again?" inquired Coble, doubtingly. "As sartin as I stands on this here forecastle a-kissing and slobbering the lieutenant for all the world like a Christian," replied Smallbones, despondingly.
The consequence was, as the evening was clear, that there was a very numerous assemblage upon the forecastle of the cutter Yungfrau. "Flog Jemmy," said Bill Spurey. "Why, Jemmy's a hofficer." "To be sure he is," observed another; "and quite as good a one as Vanslyperken himself, though he don't wear brass on his hat." "D n it what next heh, Coble?" Coble hitched up his trousers.
According to the rules of the song, Jemmy now called out for the next singer, Coble. Jack's alive and merry, my boys, When he's on blue water, In the battle's rage and noise, And the main-deck slaughter. So drink and call for what you please, Until you've had your whack, boys; We'll think no more of angry seas, Until that we go back, boys.
Looks like an apron on a broomstick." I perambulated down the cliff again, and escorted up a man six foot three, with a sandy beard and no other dimension that you could notice. Thinks I to myself, if he's got ten thousand dollars on his person it's in one bill and folded lengthwise. "Mr. Patterson G. Coble, our second vice-president," announces the colonel.
While they were sleeping she had to be at work, so that the home life was restricted, but it was abundantly clear that in a rough and silent way the whole of the family were fond of each other; and if Peggy could spare little more than a glance when the brown sail of the coble came in sight, it is probable that she felt just as much as ladies who have time for long and yearning looks.
"As sune as the keel o' the coble touches the sand, deil a bit mair will the lazy fisher loons work, but the wives maun kilt their coats, and wade into the surf to tak the fish ashore. And then the man casts aff the wat and puts on the dry, and sits down wi' his pipe and his gill-stoup ahint the ingle, like ony auld houdie, and neer a turn will he do till the coble's afloat again!
"When the devil did he come?" "Not in my watch, at all events," replied Coble. "Did he come in yours, Short?" "No," replied Short. "Then it must have been in the corporal's." "The corporal never called me, nor was he 'on deck," replied Coble. "I've a notion he never kept his watch." The ring at the bell particularly concerned two people, the two culprits, Smallbones and Corporal Van Spitter.
"We shall see," replied Coble, squirting out his tobacco-juice under the gun. "Come, men, we must go to work now. Shall we, Mr Short?" "Yes," replied the commanding officer; and the conference broke up. In the meantime the consultation was continued between Smallbones and the corporal.
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