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You jist wait till yer gets to sea and ain't a-plying bark'ards and forruds in Porchmouth 'arbour. My stars, won't yer be flummuxed then." "Don't you believe it," I retorted. "I've been to sea, I tell you, before to-day." "Oh aye, that's right enuff; but there's goin' to sea, an' goin' to sea. Lor! Yer 'aven't ever bin out in the Martin brig, have yer, now?" "No, of course not," I replied.
"Now, my little friend," he continued, resuming his conversation with me. "We'll see how smart you can be. Run forruds and tell the bosun I want the sail burton brought aft, and an up and down tackle fitted to the mainyard, if you are able to recollect all that?" "Oh, yes, sir," I replied, touching my cap again, "I know what a sail burton is, sir." "And an up and down tackle, too?"
Look at me, I says, and see what I've come to, with my forty year o' sailorin' all about the world an' furrin parts a poor rhumenaticky chap as is half a cripple, forced to eke out his miserable pension of a bob an' a tanner a day by pulling a rotten old tub of a boat back'ards and forruds, up and down Porchm'uth Harbo'r, a-tryin' to gain an honest livin', an' jest only arnin' bread an' cheese at that!"
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