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He was shouting towards the wreck, his hand to his mouth. "Send the master over next, you lubbers, or we'll cut the line. Do you hear?" There was no reply or, if there was, it was drowned in the wind. Lessingham gripped the fisherman by the arm. "Whom do you mean by 'master'?" he demanded. Dumble scarcely glanced at his interlocutor. "Why, Sir Henry Cranston, to be sure," was the agitated answer.
You d'sire me `crow' de hole any wida or deepa, I soon make 'im deep's a draw-well an' wide as de track ob a waggon. Wha' say, Mass' Brace?" "Hurraw for you, Snowy! It be just the thing. I dar say it's deep enough, and wide as we'll want it. You ha got good brains, nigger, not'ithstanding what them lubbers as they call filosaphurs say. I'm a white, an' niver thought o' it.
If we can't keep them at arm's length till then we're a set of lubbers." "You'll be careful of yourselves," she said wistfully, as we stood at the top of the slope. "I we can't spare either of you yet." We promised every possible caution, and she went on to join the other women, while Uncle George and I ran across to the men standing in a dark clump on the Moie de Mouton.
'Pooh," said I, "'Quid juvat errores mersa jam puppe fateri." Was it not good? you remember it in Claudian, eh, Pelham? Think of its being thrown away on those Latinless young lubbers! Have you seen any thing of Mr. Thornton lately?" "No," said I, "I've not, but I am determined to have that pleasure soon."
Which his tutor and pedagogue Epistemon perceiving, he drew him out of that place, and brought him to Valence in the Dauphiny, where he saw no great matter of recreation, only that the lubbers of the town did beat the scholars, which so incensed him with anger, that when, upon a certain very fair Sunday, the people being at their public dancing in the streets, and one of the scholars offering to put himself into the ring to partake of that sport, the foresaid lubberly fellows would not permit him the admittance into their society, he, taking the scholar's part, so belaboured them with blows, and laid such load upon them, that he drove them all before him, even to the brink of the river Rhone, and would have there drowned them, but that they did squat to the ground, and there lay close a full half-league under the river.
"Come and see," he roared, dragging me by the collar to the gallery; "come and see. They sink, the lubbers! They go to blazes every one of them. Look at their faces, the crawling scum. Ha! ha! Die, you vermin! as you meant me to die; fill your skins with water, you sharks! I spit on you! Boys, do you hear them crying to you? Music, fine music! Who'll dance when the devil plays?
"To the divil with you," roared Terrence. "We've downed one redcoat in fair light; what more do ye want, bad luck to ye?" The officer spoke to some one behind him, and a musket was handed him. Terrence sprang to the stern saying: "Now look out! lay low, ye lubbers! the blackguard's goin' to shoot!" The officer raised his musket, and a moment later a puff of smoke issued from the muzzle.
After that we heard a great yell from the same voice, with the words, "Ahoy, Splinters, shift along the gear, will you?" and then Splinters, whoever he might be, was cursed in unchosen phrases as the son of all the lubbers that ever crowded a fo'cas'le.
"You lubbers, celebrate!" he yelled, discharging a weapon three times in a second. "There's been a baby born at Red Shirt Canyon! We git in the census! We git on the map! Big Matt Sullivan's wife has got a little boy!" "A boy!" said Sally Wooster. "Oh my!" "Is that all?" inquired John Tuttle, on behalf of his somewhat indignant townsmen. "Red Shirt's thirty-seven miles away.
"I have no liking for those foreigners," exclaimed Ratcliffe, watching with greedy eyes a flock of redhead ducks that flew up from one of the little bays as the boat approached, wishing he could shoot them for his dinner. "Were there not enough carpenters and builders in Cheapside and Hampstead that the lords of the Colony must needs hunt out these ja-speaking lubbers from Zuider-Zee?
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