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Updated: May 31, 2025
No, sah I disher awful catastriferous conglomeration ob fortituitous happenings dat's put us where we is right now would nebber hab got at us if we'd minded our own business an' stayed to home. No, sah!" "There may be some truth in what you say barring your use of the big words, Wash," admitted Jack Darrow. "But we certainly can't blame the old professor for any freaks of Nature that may happen."
He remarked that I had, no doubt with the best intentions, encroached on his liberty. 'I do not like to have my debts disturbed. He put it to me, whether a man, carrying out a life-long plan, would not be disconcerted by the friendliest intervention. This payment to Disher he pronounced fatal in policy. 'You have struck a heavy blow to my credit, Richie.
But on the way one Indian had fired at the darkey and wounded the Aleut in the leg. "Lemme tell yo'," roared Wash, "I ain't gwine to hab no off-color critter like disher try ter combobberate ma Shanghai. Dat is ma final ratification ob de pre-eminent fac's. Does you understand me?" "We most certainly do, Wash!" declared Jack, when he could speak for laughing.
Fisher," said the new seaman. "Cert'nly not," said the gratified cook; "only my name's Disher." The newcomer apologised with an urbanity that rendered Joe and old Ben speechless. They gazed at each other in silent consternation, and then Ben rose. "We don't want no misters 'ere," he said, curtly, "an' wot's more, we won't 'ave 'em. That chap's name's Bob, but we calls 'im Slushy.
He was evidently assured of the quality of Tess Kenway's kindness. "He likes me," declared Tess, with conviction. "Glo-ree!" ejaculated a deep and unctuous voice, on the heels of Tess' declaration. "Wha's all dis erbout heh! Glo-ree! Who done let dat goat intuh disher yard? Ain' dat Sam Pinkney's ol' Billy?"
'Mistress Dolly Disher and her husband, my father introduced them. She called him by one of his Christian names inadvertently at times.
I finds mahself," continued Wash, reflectively, "circumnavigatin' ma mind to de eend dat disher 'sperience we is all goin' t'rough is a hallucination ob de brain. In odder words, we is all climbin' trees an' makin' a noise like de nuts wot grows dere. Do you hear me?" "We hear you," said Jack. "And if you think you're crazy, all right.
It is a ragged form which will show on what we may call the under side the very convolutions and scars made by its breaking away from the old earth. Do you get my meaning?" "Yo' suttenly is a most liquid speaker, Perfesser," declared Washington White. "Yo' was sayin' dat w'en disher new planet broke off de earf, she slopped over de whole Arctic Ocean."
He remarked that I had, no doubt with the best intentions, encroached on his liberty. 'I do not like to have my debts disturbed. He put it to me, whether a man, carrying out a life-long plan, would not be disconcerted by the friendliest intervention. This payment to Disher he pronounced fatal in policy. 'You have struck a heavy blow to my credit, Richie.
Washington White was a good shot, but he did not like fighting. And he was particularly careful not to show himself above the breastwork of boulders behind which he, with his companions, were crouching, holding the Aleuts at bay. "Disher ain't no place for a'spectable pusson ob color," he muttered. "Wot do Buttsy an' me want o' shootin'? Wah! Dat bullet chipped de rock right near ma haid!
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