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George Bellew sat up suddenly, and smiled; Bellew's smile was, at all times, wonderfully pleasant to see, at least, the boy thought so. "Georgy Porgy," said he, "you can just bet your small life, I will, and there's my hand on it, old chap." Bellew's lips were solemn now, but all the best of his smile seemed, somehow, to have got into his gray eyes.
There, sure enough, was the bread and jam in question, seemingly a little the worse for wear and tear, for Bellew observed various articles adhering to it, amongst other things, a battered penknife, and a top. These, however, were readily removed, and Georgy Porgy fell to with excellent appetite.
"Are you hungry, Georgy Porgy?" he enquired, glancing up at the boy who had risen, and was removing some of the soil and dust from his small person with his cap. "Yes I am." "Then here is bread, and cheese, and bottled stout, so fall to, good comrade." "Thank you, but I've got a piece of bread an' jam in my bundle, " "Bundle?"
"Money, you know," explained Georgy, Porgy with a patient sigh, "pounds, an' shillings, an' bank-notes in a sack if I can get them." "And what does such a very small Georgy Porgy want so much money for?" "Well, it's for my Auntie, you know, so she won't have to sell her house, an' go away from Dapplemere.
There wasn't much wind stirring then, but it promised to breeze up, or so the skipper thought, and I'm sure I was glad to hear him say it, for the harder it blew the sooner we would get to New York and the better our chance to beat the porgyman. First in to market got the cream. It was pretty well on to daybreak when the porgy steamer got up abreast of us and after a while worked by.
His virtue lies in the inducement offered to him by the citizen of moderate means, who, for a trifling outlay, can secure for himself and family the invigorating influence of the salt sea-breezes, by having a run down outside the Hook any fine day in summer, with an object. The average weight of the porgy of these banks may be set down at about a pound.
Hereupon they fell silent, Bellew watching the smoke curl up from his pipe into the warm, still air, and Georgy Porgy watching him with very thoughtful eyes, and a somewhat troubled brow, as if turning over some weighty matter in his mind; at last, he spoke: "Please," said he, with a sudden diffidence, "where do you live?"
"Drive her drive her," he called to the crew. "More yet more yet," to the steering oar. "There's the porgy steamer's boat, too, after the same school. Drive her now, fellows!" The mackerel were wild as could be, great rafts of them, and travelling faster than the old seiners in the gang said they had ever seen them travel before, and what was worse, not staying up long.
"Africa!" repeated Bellew, staring, "that's quite a goodish step from here." "Yes," sighed Georgy Porgy, "but, you see, there's gold there, oh, lots of it! they dig it out of the ground with shovels, you know. Old Adam told me all 'bout it; an' it's gold I'm looking for, you see, I'm trying to find a fortune." "I er beg your pardon ?" said Bellew.
"And do you live alone with your Auntie then, Georgy Porgy?" "Yes; most boys live with their mothers, but that's where I'm different, I don't need one 'cause I've got my Auntie Anthea." "Anthea!" repeated Bellew, thoughtfully.
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