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Updated: May 5, 2025
Then suddenly the poor boy with the short-sleeved jacket and the wooden shoes appeared; he had arrived just as quickly on the road he had chosen. And they ran towards each other and took one another's hand, in the great cathedral of nature and poesy, and above them sounded the invisible holy bell; happy spirits surrounded them, singing hallelujahs and rejoicing. "Ding-dong! ding-dong!"
The cries and screams of the savage horde and of the birds sounded through the air, and I joined in it also; for I sang 'Ding-dong! ding-dong! "The church bell hangs high, and looks far around, and sees the birds around it, and understands their language.
"Three cheers for the lirrel Tremendous! Ooray! ray! ray! We're alf our ship's company short. There's only old Ding-dong left on the quar'er-deck. I'm drunk as David's sow. And we're off to cur out the Grand Armee. Ooray! ray! ray!" and he fell hiccoughing away into foolish laughter. "Hadn't you better go below?" said a pure treble at his side. "You're beastly drunk."
The bell itself forgot its age and the suspicion of a crack that dulled its voice on a damp day, and, inspired by the bright, frosty air, the sexton's inspiring pull, and the Christmas spirit, gave out nothing but joyous tones. Ding-dong! Ding-dong! It fired the ambitions of star scholars about to recite hymns and sing solos. It thrilled little girls expecting dolls before night.
If I had encouraged him the khansamah would have wandered all through Bengal with his corpse. I did not go away as soon as I intended. I stayed for the night, while the wind and the rat and the sash and the window-bolt played a ding-dong "hundred and fifty up." Then the wind ran out and the billiards stopped, and I felt that I had ruined my one genuine, hall-marked ghost story.
The sun has quite gone now: sulky and feeble, he has shrunk to his cold bed in the west, and the victor-mist creeps, crawls, and soaks on unopposed. "Good-night!" cry I, suddenly. "I am going!" and I am as good as my word. With the triple agility of health, youth, and indignation, I scurry away through the melancholy grass, and the heaped and fallen leaves, home. Ding-dong bell! ding-dong bell!
A last fellow in a red night-cap, swarming out on the bowsprit, plumped into the sea. The Gunner leapt on to the bulwark. "Cleared, be God! alow and aloft!" he roared, swinging his chain-shot about his head. "Ats off all! God save h'our gracious King." A bandaged head poked out of the hatchway. "They're swarmin in through the port-holes!" came a husky scream. Old Ding-dong lifted on his elbows.
"Mais oui, madame, I know you etranger. You don' look lak dese New Orleans peop'. You lak' dose Yankee dat come down 'fo' de war." Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, chimes the Cathedral bell across Jackson Square, and the praline woman crosses herself. "Hail, Mary, full of grace "Pralines, madame? You buy lak' dat? Dix sous, madame, an' one lil' piece fo' lagniappe fo' madame's lil' bebe.
She has gone forthwith to the Prae-Raffaelites. Oh! she is walking Prae-Raffaelitism herself. Symbols and emblems! Unfortunate John! Symbolic suggestive teaching, speaking to the eye! She is at it ding-dong! Oh! he has begun on the old monk we found refreshing the pictures at Mount Athos!
The lugger came bowling on, one man in her stern. "Diamond's bested em!" rose in a roar from the Tremendous. And so it seemed. The Kite was making straight for the sloop, plunging giddily, as though wounded. "All hands aloft!" roared old Ding-dong. "Back tops'ls!" There was a scamper of feet along the deck; and up the shrouds a scurry of dark figures.
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