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"I don't bet such large sums usually, but I'll try," said Ruby, going out. He tried and failed. Just as the five minutes were expiring, however, the owl happened to alight before his nose, so he "nabbed" it, and carried it in triumphantly. "That ain't a bird," said Dumsby. "It's not a fish," retorted Ruby; "but how is it that you caught them so easily, and I found it so difficult?"
"Has she any sisters?" enquired Joe Dumsby eagerly, as Ned folded the letter and replaced it in his pocket. "Six of 'em," replied Ned; "every one purtier and better nor another." "Is it a long way to Galway?" continued Joe. "Not long; but it's a coorious thing that Englishmen never come back from them parts whin they wance ventur' into them."
"You won't forget me?" retorted Bremner. "Never," replied Dumsby, with fervour. "Av the beacon should be carried away, darlin'," cried O'Connor, "howld tight to the provision-chest, p'raps ye'll be washed ashore." "I'll drink your health in water, Paddy," replied Bremner. "Faix, I hope it won't be salt wather," retorted Ned.
"We have not much variety," observed Dumsby to Ruby, in an apologetic tone. "Variety!" exclaimed Forsyth, "what d'ye call that?" pointing to the fish. "Well, that is a hextra morsel, I admit," returned Joe; "but we don't get that every day; 'owsever, wot there is is good, an' there's plenty of it, so let's fall to."
"You must know, boys " "Ere, light your pipe, my 'earty," said Dumsby. "Hold yer tongue, an' don't interrupt him," cried one of the men, flattening Dumsby's cap over his eyes. "And don't drop yer Aaitches," observed another, "'cause if ye do they'll fall into the sea an' be drownded, an' then yell have none left to put into their wrong places when ye wants 'em." "Come, Bremner, go on."
"We have not much variety," observed Dumsby to Ruby, in an apologetic tone. "Variety!" exclaimed Forsyth, "what d'ye call that?" pointing to the fish. "Well, that is a hextra morsel, I admit," returned Joe; "but we don't get that every day; 'owsever, wot there is is good, an' there's plenty of it, so let's fall to."
D'ye mind the first we ever felt o' that sort, Forsyth? It happened last month. I was on watch at the time, Forsyth was smokin' his pipe in the kitchen, and Dumsby was in bed, when a sea struck us with such force that I thought we was done for. In a moment Forsyth and Joe came tumblin' up the ladder Joe in his shirt.
While he was seated by the kitchen fire chatting with his friend the smith, sometime between nine o'clock and midnight, Dumsby summoned him to the lantern to "help in catching to-morrow's dinner!" Dove laughed at the summons, and they all went up.
"A regular picnic," cried Dumsby in high glee, for unusual events, of even a trifling kind, had the effect of elating those men more than one might have expected. "Here's the murphies," cried O'Connor, staggering over the slippery weed with a large smoking tin dish. "Mind you don't let 'em fall," cried one.
"What can'd be, I wonder?" said Watt; "I think I can smell somethin'." "I halways thought you 'ad somethink of an old dog in you," said Dumsby. "Ay, man!" said the Scot with a leer, "I ken o' war beasts than auld dowgs." "Do you? come let's 'ear wat they are," said the Englishman. "Young puppies," answered the other. "Hurrah! dinner, as I'm a Dutchman," cried Forsyth. This was indeed the case.
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