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"Maximus, whose huge body was stretched out at full length, while he enjoyed his pipe, rose to obey; but as he was about to leave the hut Oolibuck said a few words to him. "`Please, sir, said Oolibuck, with his usual oily smile, `my countrymen fish in igloo when blow hard. Pr'aps ve make hole here, if you like.
Gascoyne had calmed his feelings while the boatswain was speaking. He even smiled when he replied "How can you ask me to give my word of honour? What honour has a pirate to boast of, think you?" "Not much, pr'aps," said Dick; "howsomdever, I'll be content with wot's left of it; and if there ain't none, why, then, give us yer word. It'll do as well."
"'If he does, sais I, jist say, my Attache does that, and I'll jist up first and give it to him atween the two eyes; and when that's done, sais you, my Lord, that's your grace afore meat; pr'aps your lordship will return thanks arter dinner. Let him try it, that's all. But our great nation, sais I, 'tell me, hante that noble stand we made on the right of sarch, raised us about the toploftiest?
'Shall we walk to my lodgings? 'I thought you might like to walk me over the show. But pr'aps you're in a 'urry? 'No, no. But there's nothing particular to see. I think the lecture-rooms are closed by now. 'Oo's the gent as stands there? the figger, I mean. 'Sir Job Whitelaw, founder of the College. 'Job, eh? And was you a-goin' 'ome to yer tea, Godwin? 'Yes.
Why, you d d old fool, it was Bob Fairley YOUR SON!" The old man's voice rose querulous and indistinct. "What are ye talkin' about?" interrupted the first speaker. "I tell you I KNOW. Look at these pictures. I found 'em on his body. Look at 'em. Pictures of you and your girl. Pr'aps you'll deny them.
"Visitors are not numerous here. A few scientific men have landed now and again; Darwin the great naturalist among others in 1836, and Forbes in 1878. No doubt they'll be very glad to welcome Nigel Roy in this year of grace 1883." "But I'm not a naturalist, father, more's the pity." "No matter, lad; you're an ammytoor first mate, an' pr'aps a poet may count for somethin' here.
"Then it must be that you're afraid of hurting his feelings, Moses, for I know of no other kind of fear." "Pr'aps da's it!" said the negro with a bright look, "now I wouldn't wonder if you's right, Massa Nadgel. It neber come into my head in dat light before. I used to be t'ink, t'inkin' ob nights when I's tired ob countin' my fingers an' toes. But I couldn't make nuffin' ob it. Now I knows!
"That was from one o' the redskins, whose thigh I barked for sendin' an arrow raither close to my head," said the young man. "But," continued his bride, with increasing anxiety, "the shote an' the cry was long before you comes home. Pr'aps it bees Leetil Tim."
"Pr'aps not," replied Ned, re-lighting his pipe, and puffing between sentences, "but a man may be in a business quite to his mind and have a good-looking wife, and a babby, and health to boot, without bein' exactly safe from an attack of the blues now and then, d'ye see? `It ain't all gold that glitters. You've heard o' that proverb, no doubt?" "Well, yes," replied Clazie. "Ah.
"Anyways, somewhere about eleven, an' pitch dark, a Jack which his name is Strahan a Scotchman, by what they say went off all alone by himself, to have a sort of private peep at that there fort. He was pretty well filled up wi' grog, or pr'aps he wouldn't ha' been quite so venturesome. Well, he waded up to his chin in a ditch o' mud what goes round the fort, with his pistols above his head.
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