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"I invite you all," cried Leidesdorff, waving his hands and almost dancing in his eagerness. "Every man-jack of you in all Yerba Buena." "How about the ladies, Leidesdorff?" called out a sailor. "Ah, forgive me, Senora, Senorita!" cried the Dane remorsefully. He swept off his wide-brimmed hat with an effort, for he had a fashion of jamming it very tightly upon his head.
"Well, think it over. This is my ship, and we 're at sea. I 'm owner and captain, and my word on board here is the law. More than that, there is n't a man-jack of the crew aft of the main mast. They are forward on my orders, and they 'll stay there until I send for them. You could scream your head off, my beauty, and no one would hear you, or dare interfere.
"That is where we have our Olympian Games. There was a football game there yesterday. Too bad you were not there. It was the liveliest game of the season. All Hades played the Olympian eleven for the championship of the universe. We licked 'em four hundred to nothing; but of course we had an exceptional team. When Hercules is in shape there isn't a man-jack in all Hades that can withstand him.
"Ahoy there, forrad!" he shouted in stentorian tones that rang fore and aft like a trumpet. "Bo'sun, send the hands aft." "Say, cap'en," sang out Mr Fosset from the bridge, "shall I call up the fellows down below in the stoke-hold, sir?" "Aye. Ring the engine-room gong. I want every man-jack on deck that Mr Stokes can spare; tell him so."
The writers of such things expected great honours, no doubt, each and every man-jack of them, but apart from the fact that the greatest literature has always lived without any official recognition or endowment from kings, being in itself the supremest sovereignty, poets and rhymesters alike never seem to realize that no one is, or can be, so sickened by an 'Ode' as the man or woman to whom it is written!
"Vomen and children first!" was the shrill, oft-repeated exhortation from one of the boats. And up in the centre of another sprang a fine, imposing figure, from whose lips rolled these thrilling words: "By God, they're great! They're great, after all! God bless Captain Trigger and every man-jack of them!" "Get down!" roared his still unpacified critic, the steward.
Why, if it hadn't been for a small guard of our fellows with the French garrisons that were marched down there to embark, the Portuguese would have murdered every man-jack of them. They did murder a good many, and robbed them all of their baggage; and if it had not been that our men loaded and would have fired on them if they had gone further, not a Frenchman would have got off alive.
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