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Updated: June 20, 2025
"Shut up," said the commodore, a trifle testily; "that's the number-one nigger, who does the talkin'. Hello, boy." "Hello, cap'n," replied the savage, and salaamed gravely. "You likee buy chicken, buy pig? Maybe you say come 'board, I talk. Me very good friend white master." "Bless my sweet-scented soul!" gasped the commodore. "What won't them missionaries do next?
Will was working on his oil painting of Jennie Barton, and so beautifully had he succeeded in bringing out the lovely features, and trusting, fearless spirit that beamed from a pair of dark blue eyes, that all the company, even to Sing, expressed their unqualified admiration. "Me sabe," said the acute Mongolian. "Ah! Will heap likee Miss Jennie."
A fine, quivering tremble was thrilling through every beam of the schooner, vibrating each rope like a harp-string. It passed away; but before either Wilbur or Moran could comment upon it recommenced, this time much more perceptibly. Charlie dashed aft, his queue flying. "W'at makum heap shake?" he shouted; "w'at for him shake? No savvy, no likee, pretty much heap flaid; aie-yah, aie-yah!"
Moran went forward and kicked them to their feet and hurled their joss-sticks into the sea. "Feng shui! Feng shui!" they exclaimed with bated breaths. "The Feng shui no likee we." Low in the east the horizon began to blacken against the sky. It was early morning.
"O, yes!" promptly replied Sing, his face breaking out in smiles, "me tinkee Miss Mattie heap pletty. Me heap likee Miss Mattie." This open avowal of admiration was more than Mattie had bargained for, and she blushed furiously. The whole party clapped their hands and laughed, while Will fell upon the floor and rolled about in an ecstacy of fun and laughter.
The heathen looked at her with a grin and said, "Allee light, you no likee my washee, you washee yousel'," and lifting the boiler from the stove he emptied its entire steaming contents out upon the floor! He then went to his own room, gathered up his few clothes and bedding, and started off.
The water dripped like the ticking of a clock from the "Bertha Millner's" stern, which with the rising of the bow had sunk almost to the rail. There was no other sound. "Strange," muttered Moran, her brows contracting. Charlie broke the silence with a wail: "No likee, no likee!" he cried at top voice.
"Fifty-three, or thereabouts," whispered Smith. But I did not believe him, and I do not think he believed himself. "Now, you likee go 'long see somethin' else?" said Ching, when he had really drunk tea enough. "Yes," said Barkins, "I feel ready. What do you say to going to see the Teaser, lads?" he continued. "I'm willing," said Smith. "I want to lie down." "You ready, Gnat?" "Oh yes," I replied.
I asked her which one, but she said, all of them: one felt like breaking the whole lot. I saw a Chinaman, who came over with a returned missionary, and pretended to be converted, boil a lot of it in a pot, stir in eggs, and mix and eat it with relish, "Me likee he." It will be a good thing to keep the Chinamen on when they come to do our gardening.
Mr Reardon gave him an angry look. "You go and do no, stop. You are quite right, my man, but don't talk about it. Get the work done." "Ching see. Make nineteen twenty men look like Chinese boy. Pilate come along, say, `Big tea-ship. Come aboard, and get catchee likee lat in tlap." "Yes, that's it, my man. Do you think it a good plan, Mr Herrick?" he added drily. "Oh yes, sir," I cried excitedly.
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