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I took Kamelillo too, who wanted to go to sea again, but Kreps stayed where he was. On the day the Good Sister sailed, Sadler came aboard with a valise in his hand, and after him, carrying a valise, was Irish, and after Irish was an old Burmese servant of Fu Shan's that I used to see sweeping the porch, whose name was Maya Dala. "I'm going along," says Sadler, and Irish says, "Soime here."
We went to the bank when the tide was in again to watch Liebchen go out. Kreps was pretty tearful. "Aber," he says, "she iss too much of her." She came feeling her way through the channel with her snout under water. Kamelillo's bamboo stuck out of her fat side six feet or more. Veronica cackled at her, and her feathers stood up, so that you could see she thought Liebchen was no lady.
Her strong hold was the majestic. She appeared to have it fixed she wanted to be kittenish. That was the way it seemed to me. But Kreps studied her mornings and afternoons and into the night, and day after day it went on, and she bothered him. Then he saw he was on the wrong tack, and put his helm about, and he says: "She is de Ewigweibliche. She is not science. She is boetry.
But Kreps took off his spectacles and wiped them, and he says: "Ach, Liebchen!" he says. "She iss too much." "Thas whale!" says Kamelillo. "Thas all right!" "Liebchen iss too much of her," says Kreps very dignified, and stalked to the camp. "Thas whale!" says Kamelillo. "Thas all right!" He chopped the jam that afternoon, and it floated out in the night or early morning with the ebb.
"So, my friend?" he says. "You teach her like missionary teach Kanaka girl," says Kamelillo, getting interested. "You teach her to she wear petticoat, no stan' on her head. You teach her go Sunday school." I says, "Look out, Kreps. That whale'll drown you. She's got no culture." But Kreps was calm. "I vill approach Liebchen more near," he says. "It iss time to advance.
But there were two harpoons, more than the bamboo, sticking in her very deep, and the lines were hitched to a longboat, the longboat coming inshore now full of men. Veronica squatting on the thwart of the same, comfortable and dignified. Kamelillo says, "Whale ain't got sense, thas whale!" And Kreps says, "Ach, Liebchen!" She struck her last flurry, and filled the air with spray.
But I liked him. I had no objection to the Anaconda either, except that she went to the bottom of the Pacific without any argument about that, and left me stranded on a little island there along with Kreps, and a hen named Veronica, and a Kanaka named Kamelillo. There was a fourth that got stranded there too.
The longboat held off, seeing she was likely to stay there and needed all the room. After a while she grew quiet. A few motions of her flukes, and that was all. The longboat came in, and we slid down the bluffs. The man in the stern says, "That your hen?" I said I was acquainted with her. "Oh! Maybe that's your whale?" "Ach, Liebchen!" says Kreps.
Thas whale bad un. I show him." He went to Kreps. "I tell you, dam Dutchman," he says, meaning to be soothing and persuasive. "I tell you, we cutta bamboo, harpoon whale. Donnerblissen! Easy!" "Du animal!" says Kreps. "Mitout perception, mitout soul, mitout delicate!" "Oh!" says Kamelillo; "girl whale. All right, dam Dutchman, me fren. You break jam. Letta go."
Liebchen passed close beneath us. Seemed like she felt mortified. Kreps broke down, but Kamelillo was gay. "Dam hen!" he says, and grabbed Veronica with both hands. "Go too!" and he flung her at Liebchen, and she went through the air squawking and fluttering. She lit on Liebchen's slippery back, and she slid till she struck the bamboo, and roosted.
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