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Snatching the cup from my hands, he shouted out, "Ah, karhowree sabbee lee-lee ena arva tee maitai!" in other words, what a blockhead of a white man! this is the real stuff! We could not have been more startled had a frog leaped from his mouth.
"My cousin' ranch." "His cousin's got a truck farm over by Medlow or used to have," Worth supplied, and Chung looked to him, instantly. "You sabbee," he said hopefully. "I go iss mo'ning all same any day not find out 'bout Boss. Too bad. Too velly much bad." A pause, then, looking around at the four of us, "I get dinner?" "We've all had something to eat, Chung," Worth said. "You go now fix room.
Queequeg, look here you sabbee me, I sabbee you this man sleepe you you sabbee?" "Me sabbee plenty" grunted Queequeg, puffing away at his pipe and sitting up in bed. "You gettee in," he added, motioning to me with his tomahawk, and throwing the clothes to one side. He really did this in not only a civil but a really kind and charitable way. I stood looking at him a moment.
"Now, you two, try and understand plain English. Answer to your names. Soup." There was no reply. "Taters." Still no reply. "Not here?" said Mark, anxiously. "Don't sabbee, p'raps, sir. I'll try again." "Taters." No answer. "Soup." No reply. "Soup and Taters." "Aren't aboard," growled several voices in chorus. "I'm 'fraid the Soup and Taters is done, sir," said Tom Fillot in a low voice.
"Ki, maussa! me no sabbée wha' do a pickny," replies the intelligent Lindy, who wishes me to know that she knows nothing about the case. We shall see more of them before leaving the plantation.
But Jermin was in no humour for nonsense; so, with a sailor's blessing, he ordered him off. The old fellow then flew into a regular frenzy, cursing and swearing worse than any civilized being I ever heard. "You sabbee me?" he shouted. "You know me, ah? Well; me Jim, me pilot been pilot now long time."
Queequeg, look here you sabbee me, I sabbee you this man sleepe you you sabbee?" "Me sabbee plenty" grunted Queequeg, puffing away at his pipe and sitting up in bed. "You gettee in," he added, motioning to me with his tomahawk, and throwing the clothes to one side. He really did this in not only a civil but a really kind and charitable way. I stood looking at him a moment.