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"Oh, Massa Bacra!" roared out Sambo, as soon as he could recover from his astonishment enough to speak, "Oh, Senor! he white man neber go to swim! Oh, de tiburon! he berry bad bite, come de shark; he hab berry big mouth; he eatee a Senor all up down!"
I say, Herrick, why is a mandarin like the Grand Panjandrum?" "Because he plays at the game of catch, catch, can and can't catch the man who cuts off the English fellow's head," said Smith. "Wrong!" cried Barkins. "Now you, Poet." "Because he's got a little round button on the top." "Good boy, go up one," cried Barkins. "Hallo! what place is this?" "Velly good place, eatee drinkee.
'Tis such a creature, that if you let him alone, he will never meddle with you, and this my man very well knew, and so begging leave of me in broken English, he told us, he would make good laugh. 'Why, you silly fool, said I, 'he'll eat you up at a mouthful. Eatee me up, replied he, by way of scorn, me not only eatee him, but make much good laugh.
But this was declined, and Ching communicated the fact that the great man "would not eatee dlinkee, but wantee velly much see ship."
I was surprised to see the fellow so well pleased; "You fool," says I, "he will eat you up," "Eatee me up! eatee me up!" says Friday, twice over again; "me eatee him up; me' makee you good laugh; you all stay here, me show you good laugh."
" John, can you fix me up something to eat. " " No; Chinaman no savvy whi' man eatee; bossee ow on thlack. This sounds pretty conclusive; nevertheless I don't intend to be thus put off so easily.
" John, I'll give you a couple of two-bit pieces if you'll get me a bite of something," I persist. John's small, black eyes twinkle at the suggestion of two-bit pieces, and his expressive countenance assumes a commerical air as, with a ludicrous change of front, he replies: " Wha'. You gib me flore bittee, me gib you bitee eatee.
As for the Chinaman, it was as he said; the cannibals would not "eatee Chinee boy." They were fastidious. They had left him, disdaining even to take his head for a trophy. Hours after, on board the Merrie Monarch, we learned in fragments the sad story. It was John Chinaman that covered the retreat of the wife and child into the hills when the husband had fallen.
Ah Kew smiled a slow and mysterious smile, his black eyes closing up under his slanting eyebrows, and his blue-capped head nodding. He glanced over the tea-table. "Tea b'long all plopper?" he asked anxiously. "S'pose you wanchee more can have plenty more." "No, thank you, Ah Kew, me eatee more me bustee," Hugh replied politely.
"Hi, you eatee um chop chop," said he, as he handed me the basin and the biscuits and made me sit down on a sort of settle in the galley opposite the warm fire "makee tummee tummee all right."
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