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If the servants'-hall is in the condition I suspect, it will as much need the aid of the parlour, as the parlour can possibly " A tap at the door caused Bluewater to cease speaking; and as Wycherly threw open the entrance, Galleygo appeared on the threshold, by this time reduced to the necessity of holding on by the casings.
And, I say, Parker," making a sign to his boat's crew to stop rowing again "I say, Parker, I know you love brawn; I'll send you some that Galleygo tells me he has picked up, along-shore here, as soon as I get aboard. The fellow has been robbing all the hen-roosts in Devonshire, by his own account of the matter."
"You've been an admiral of the blue once; and that's enough for any man," interrupted Galleygo, again in his positive manner; "and it isn't five minutes since you know'd your own rank as well as the Secretary to the Admiralty himself. He veers and hauls, in this fashion, on an idee, gentlemen, until he doesn't know one end of it from t'other."
"Is this Bowldero, or Glamorgan House, my Lord Duke," he asked, in a whisper. "It is neither, Admiral Oakes, but Westminster Abbey; and this is the tomb of your friend, rear-admiral Richard Bluewater." "Galleygo, help me to kneel," the old man added in the manner of a corrected school-boy. "The stoutest of us all, should kneel to God, in his own temple. I beg pardon, gentlemen; I wish to pray."
Rotherham, are still at the table, I fancy are these all? What have become of the two young gentlemen?" "There's none ashore, sir," said Galleygo, promptly, accustomed to give that appellation only to midshipmen. "I mean the two Mr. Wychecombes; one of whom, I had forgot, is actually an officer." "Yes, sir, and a most partic'lar fine officer he is, as every body says.
After several hours of ineffectual efforts to bring their enemies fairly within reach of their guns, after the moon had risen, the French gave the matter up for a time, shortening sail while most of their superior officers caught a little rest. The sun was just rising, as Galleygo laid his hand on the shoulder of the vice-admiral, agreeably to orders given the previous night.
"Why, there they is, Sir Jarvy," answered Galleygo, drawing the curtain from before the state-room window, and allowing the vice-admiral to see the rear of the French line for himself, by turning half round; "and just where we wants 'em. Their leading ship a little abaft our lee-beam, distant one league. That's what I calls satisfactory, now." "Ay, that is a good position, Master Galleygo.
"They never has any thing right, Sir Jarvy," Galleygo thrust in, by way of commentary on the vice-admiral's and the captain's classical lore; "and it's surprising to me that they should have any goddess at all, seeing that they has so little respect for religion, in general." Wycherly fidgeted, but respect for his superiors kept him silent.
Bluewater offering no opposition, Galleygo proceeded with his account of the evolutions of the ships, as we have already described them, succeeding surprisingly well in rendering the narrative interesting, and making himself perfectly intelligible and clear, by his thorough knowledge, and ready use, of the necessary nautical terms.
When I talked to her of a chowder, she gave in, like a Spaniard at the fourth or fifth broadside." "Such ignorance is disgraceful, and betokens a decline in civilization! But, you hoisted out more knowledge for her benefit, Galleygo small doses of learning are poor things." "Yes, your honour; just like weak grog burning the priming, without starting the shot. To be sure, I did, Admiral Blue.
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