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Updated: June 28, 2025
Between the two options to take the wheel and bring the clumsy hooker into the wind, or to rush forward and flail his bunglers away from the rigging Cap'n Sproul shuttled insanely, rushing to and fro and bellowing furious language. The language had no effect.
"If any one ever gets me navigatin' again onto anything desp'ritter than a stone-bo't on Smyrna bog," said Denslow, "I hope my relatives will have me put into a insane horsepittle." "Look at that!" shouted Ludelphus Murray. "This is a thunderation nice kind of a night to have a celebration on!" This yelp, sounding above the somniferous monotone of grumbling, stirred Cap'n Sproul from his dozing.
Though the affairs of Hiram Look had not yet brought him into conflict with the ancient tyrant of Smyrna, Hiram had warmly espoused the cause and the grudge of the Cap'n. "I'll bet a thousand dollars against a jelly-fish's hind leg that he begged the job so as to do you," whispered Sproul. "I ain't been a brother-in-law of his goin' on two years not to know his shenanigan. It's a plot."
Butts countermanded. They rowed for their own lives to escape the ravening beast that had chased them into the sea. Cap'n Sproul, watching his chance, took a small wave after the seventh big roller, let it cuff his bow to starboard, and made for the lee of Cod Lead, rounding the island into the reach.
You've done it at last!" he screamed, with hysteric iteration. "You've made me a desp'rit' outlaw." "Outlaw! You're only a cheap sneak-thief!" "That's right, Cap'n Sproul," remarked the constable. "He can't even steal hens till it's dark and they can't look at him. If they turned and put their eye on him he wouldn't dare to touch 'em." "I don't dast to be an outlaw, hey?" shrieked Mr. Luce.
Sproul always has the most delightful old world sort of midday dinners and it was two o'clock before we all arose from her long table, at one end of which had been demolished a spiced ham and from the other end had disappeared two fat summer turkeys. A saddle of lamb had been passed in between and we had wound up with sweet potato custards, apple float and ice cream. "I understand now," said Mr.
I'll have a long talk with you before you go away with him." And I didn't know why, but the smile with which Mrs. Sproul whispered and patted my hand made me burn all over with protest.
Them wimmen better be in other business, and I told my wife so this mornin'." "So did I," said Cap'n Sproul, gloomily. "And mine up at me like a settin' hen." "So did mine," assented the Cap'n. "Gave me a lecture on duties of man to feller man." "Jest the same to my house." "Have any idea who's been stuffin' their heads with them notions?" inquired Hiram, malevolently.
How is it my brains gallop when other brains creep? It's that mysterious force in me. Seein' is believin'. Proof is better than talkin'. Cap'n Sproul, you just take hold of one of my whiskers and yank it out. Take any one, so long's it's a good lengthy one." His tone was that of a sleight-of-hand man offering a pack of cards for a draw. The Cap'n obeyed after Mr.
"I will introduce myself. I am Professor William Wilson Waverley, orator of the day; I have had some very pleasant correspondence with you, Captain Sproul, and I'm truly glad to meet you face to face." "You've got the advantage of me," blurted the Cap'n, still dense. "I never heard of you before in my life, nor I never wrote you any letter, unless I got up in my sleep and done it."
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