longwhiskerandos

Updated: May 6, 2025

We called him Don Longwhiskerandos just for shortness' sake, for it was fully three times as long as that. He looked a very important personage, and awfully fierce, and did little else than smoke cigars, and let a black man attend on him as if he was a mere baby. We had fine weather, and the Don sat on the deck in great state, when a sail was made out on our weather quarter.

William Henry Giles Kingston - Will Weatherhelm: The Yarn of an Old Sailor

At length, after being chased away from various ports, we entered the mouth of the Gironde river in France, which runs down from Bordeaux. We were some days getting up to Bordeaux, where we landed Don Longwhiskerandos and his black slave and all his property, and hoped to get a return cargo.

William Henry Giles Kingston - Will Weatherhelm: The Yarn of an Old Sailor

She made sail of course in chase, and I began to consider whether it would not have been better to have gone to a Spanish prison than be taken as a deserter, and cruelly flogged, if not hung. I pictured all sorts of dreadful things to myself, and earnestly prayed that the schooner might escape the frigate. If I was in a fright, Don Longwhiskerandos was in a still greater.

William Henry Giles Kingston - Will Weatherhelm: The Yarn of an Old Sailor

We painted and polished, and scrubbed and used up every particle of rope-yarn, and turned in all the rigging afresh before Senor Don Longwhiskerandos announced that he was ready to take his departure.

William Henry Giles Kingston - Will Weatherhelm: The Yarn of an Old Sailor