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He handed it to the youth, who tore open the envelope. Ye'll yet regret yeer day of birth. For Tam the Scoot is on yeer track And soon yeer dome will start to crack!" It was signed with a skull and cross-bones. The young man looked bewildered from one to the other. Every face was straight. "What what is this?" he stammered; "is it not absurd? Is it not frivolous, Herr Captain?"
It seemed to float into my brain I can't say from what quarter that I had better leave the crucifix for Bill. It wasn't more than he had a right to, really and there is no virtue in a cross-bones to make a man sleep well. Of course I put the absurd idea from me, and brought the crucifix aboard along with the rest of the gold.
"You take that money you and your gang of black-flaggers that has captured this town on the high seas and you rub it onto your carkisses where it will do the most good," snorted the Cap'n. "Light cigars with it feed it to your elephant send it up in a balloon I don't give a kihooted dam what you do with it. But don't you try to enlist me under the skull and cross-bones!"
She had idly glued the label of a medicine bottle on the back of her hand, and was scratching a skull and cross-bones on it. "I wonder if you have noticed something," she said, eyes on the label. "I have noticed that the three-o'clock medicines are not given," said Carlotta sharply; and Miss Wardwell, still labeled and adorned, made the rounds of the ward. When she came back she was sulky.
But when it comes to be understood that for the last ninety years, and up to a very recent period, England has been the deadly defamer and the secret or avowed enemy of America and American institutions when it comes to be understood, that the statesmen, the business men and the wives and daughters of the citizens of the American Commonwealth, ever since the immortal Washington won the day for the oppressed of the whole world, have been subjected to the sneers and jibes of the English aristocracy and press, and held up to the ridicule of despotic Europe when this comes to be understood, I repeat, in connection with the fact, that the cause of Ireland is the cause of human liberty and of republican institutions, there will be but little fear of America stepping out of her way to uphold the skull and cross-bones of St.
And as for Pirates, when they chance to cross each other's cross-bones, the first hail is "How many skulls?" the same way that whalers hail "How many barrels?" And that question once answered, pirates straightway steer apart, for they are infernal villains on both sides, and don't like to see overmuch of each other's villanous likenesses.
It was a very old one, with a death's-head and cross-bones carved upon the top of it in very high relief. With his pocket-knife he was removing the lumps of green moss out of the hollows of the eyes of the carven skull. We did not interrupt him, but walked past with a nod. "You saw what he was doing, Wynnie? That reminds me of almost the only thing in Dante's grand poem that troubles me.
Behind a wooded island, but quite invisible to the adult eye, the pirate craft lay, conforming in the most orthodox fashion to the descriptions in Ballantyne's books: "a schooner with a long, low black hull, and a suspicious rake to her masts. The copper on her bottom had been burnished till it looked like gold, and the black flag, with the skull and cross-bones, drooped lazily from her peak."
"In spite of my vision of my own skull and cross-bones," went on grandpapa, solemnly, "I was too young to despair wholly. I was at first more annoyed than desperate. To be trapped so, to die in a hole when I might have shot a couple of wolves and split the heads of one or two more with my hatchet before they could have had boy for supper this thought made me very angry.
"By making them happen. Just as he used to send in the flies when the sun was shining. Great big fat ones with steel and sapphire on their wings. And big moths, in the night, with skull and cross-bones on their backs." Van Helsing nodded to him as he whispered to me unconsciously, "The Acherontia Atropos of the Sphinges, what you call the 'Death's-head Moth'?"
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