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So again he roused his now reluctant torch-bearer, and having with difficulty convinced him that the fish was actually a fish, and not the devil let loose on them for their sin in having broken the Sabbath "Irr ye sure, Tam, it wasna the de'il?" the boy quavered before daylight they again found the spot where the great kipper lay.

However, a visit to a fishmonger's shop had made him acquainted with the haddock, the kipper, and likewise the humble bloater; and occasionally, I believe, when his appetite needed a stimulant he turned to the smoked fish, which seemed so novel to his palate. The cook, of course, was mightily incensed thereat.

I moved from Oxford Street to the new "Horseshoe" that year it had just been rebuilt and there I saw a good deal of them, for they came in to lunch there or supper pretty regular. Young "Kipper" or the "Captain" as everybody called him gave out that he was her half-brother. "I'ad to be some sort of a relation, you see," he explained to me.

There are times when one fancies an egg with one's tea. On other occasions one dreams of a kipper. Today one clamours for lobsters. To-morrow one feels one never wishes to see a lobster again; one determines to settle down, for a time, to a diet of bread and milk and rice-pudding. Asked suddenly to say whether I preferred ices to soup, or beefsteaks to caviare, I should be nonplussed.

Pivi went, and deep in the clear water they saw a monstrous shell-fish, like an oyster, as big as a rock, with the shell wide open. 'We shall catch it, and dry it, and kipper it, said Pivi, 'and give a dinner to all our friends! 'I shall dive for it, and break it off the rock, said Kabo, 'and then you must help me to drag it up into the canoe.

"And what is your corroboree for, Jemmy?" enquired John. "It's a 'kipper corroboree, sir," replied Jemmy. "Well," replied John, "I'll not give you a mouthful of anything until you send back my black boys. What made them leave me? I treated them well; gave them plenty of rations, and blankets on cold nights; so why did they run away? Will you tell me?" "That's all right, Dugingi," said John.

There ain't room for boys and girls in the Mile-End Road. They're either kids down there or they're grown-ups. "Kipper" and "Carrots" as we named her looked upon themselves as sweethearts, though he couldn't have been more than fifteen, and she barely twelve; and that he was regular gone on her anyone could see with half an eye. Not that he was soft about it that wasn't his style.

The English boast of their fish; but, excusing the kipper, they have but three of note the turbot, the plaice and the sole. And the turbot tastes like turbot, and the plaice tastes like fish; but the sole, when fried, is most appetizing.

The English breakfast bacon, however, is a most worthy article, and the broiled kipper is juicy and plump, and does not resemble a dried autumn leaf, as our kipper often does. And the fried sole, on which the Englishman banks his breakfast hopes, invariably repays one for one's undivided attention.

I sat with my eyes coming out of my head till she was close to me, and then I says: "Carrots!" I says, in a whisper like. That was the name that come to me. "'Carrots' it is," she says, and down she sits just opposite to me, and then she laughs. I could not speak, I could not move, I was that took aback, and the more frightened I looked the more she laughed till "Kipper" comes into the room.

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