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I've got no home to go to, now." "Tell her all you remember. Tell her not to tell Ellenory any of my troubles. Tell her I'm a-startin' for Pangymonum, an', if I die, it's nothin' but a bachelor keepin' his own solitary company. Yer's a gold piece an' three silver pieces I found, Mary, to pay your way. Good-bye." "Won't you give me your knife?" asked the woman. "What fur, Mary?"
"I do want to save those poor people from the abuse of a man who could kill my poor, fond dog." "Joe Johnson keeps a hell-trap a reg'lar Pangymonum, up near the head of Nanticoke River. It's the headquarters of his band, and a black band they air.
"Thair ain't nothin' to do yer," Jimmy remarked, softly, "but jess squat down an' git a-climated, as they say about strangers to our bilious shore, an' git your eyeballs tuned to the dark. But I should say that this was both hokey-pokey an' Pangymonum, by smoke!"
There was no light to be called so, but the helmsman was yet perceived by the sailor's experienced eyes, and he grappled the gunwale firmer, and, preparing to swing himself on board, shouted hoarsely, "You Levin Dennis, I see you, by smoke! You know Jimmy Phoebus is your friend, an' come out of this Pangymonum an' stop a-breakin' of your mother's heart! Oh, I see you, my son!"
"At last the Delawareans marched on Johnson's Cross-roads an' cleaned his Pangymonum thar out, an' guarded him, and sixteen pore niggers in chains he'd kidnapped, to Georgetown jail. Young John M. Clayton was paid by the Phildelfy Quakers to git him convicted. Johnson was strong in the county we're in it now, Sussex an' if Clayton hadn't skeered the jury almost to death, it would have disagreed.
My mind's been a-thinkin' on him night an' day. Oh, is he dead?" "By smoke! Hokey-pokey! an' Pangymonum, too!" the long, lean, excited fellow whispered, with the greatest solemnity. "They're Jimmy Phoebus's daily words, dear Cyrus. He was killed on the river night before last; I saw him fall; it is my sin and misery." "He ain't dead," Cy James whispered, very low and carefully.
"Oh, shame! shame!" cried the sailor, tears finally falling from his eyes, "to deceive and steal this pore, believin' intelleck! To rob the cook of the little tin cup full o' brains she uses to git food fur bad an' fur good folks! Why, the devils in Pangymonum wouldn't treat that a way the kind heart that briled fur 'em."
As he slipped up the spike and took the bar off, Phoebus heard some person in the room below mutter, and lock the great padlock upon the other door, effectually barring his escape by that egress. "We must take things as they come," thought Jimmy, grimly, "partickler in Pangymonum, whar I am now."
"Pangymonum, too!" hissed Cy James, with every animation. "Hokey-pokey, three! an' By smoke, one!" He put his long arms on his knees, and bent down like a great goose, and stared into Levin's eyes. "I never had sense enough," Levin said, "to guess a riddle, Cy Jeems. Them words I have hearn a good man my mother's friend use so often that they scare me.
I felt ashamed, an' didn't know what to do, and, befo' I could wink, Jimmy, dat woman had give me de trip an' shoved me wid a blow like de kick of an ox, and was a-top of my back wid a knee like iron pinnin' of me down." "The awful huzzy of Pangymonum!" "De fust idee I had was dat she was a man dressed up like a woman.
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