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Updated: May 5, 2025
There you are, enough to make doctors or professors of every man Jack o' you, if you'll on'y take it all in." "Professors!" growled Joe Stubley, who had come on deck, still suffering from his strange internal complaint. "More like to make fools on us. Wot do we want wi' books and larnin'!" "Nothin' wotsumdever," answered Pat Stiver, with a look of the most patronising insolence.
Of course the men had no objection to be treated. They had a small glass all round. "That's the stuff for my money!" cried Stubley, smacking his lips. "I say, old chap, let's have a bottle of it. None o' your thimblefuls for me. I like a good swig when I'm at it." "You'd better wait till we get aboard, Joe, before you begin," suggested Lockley, who was well aware of Joe's tendencies.
"To make him wuss," replied Stubs promptly. "You might as well argify with a lobster as with Joe Stubs," said Bob Lumsden, who, although burdened with the cares of the cooking department, worked with the men at cleaning and packing. "What does a boy like you know about lobsters, 'cept to cook 'em?" growled Stubley. "You mind your pots an' pans.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it or rather, in your glass an' drink it, for that's the way to get it clearer in your fuddled brain." "Hold on, boys; you're forgettin' my yarn," interposed Lockley at this point, for he saw that Stubley was beginning to lose temper.
Bob Lumsden, who read his pamphlet by the binnacle light on deck, had secured an American magazine, the humorous style of which, being quite new to him, set him off ever and anon into hearty ripples of laughter. But they were not equally persevering, for Joe Stubley, to whom reading was more of a toil than a pleasure, soon gave in, and recurred to his favourite game of "checkers."
"You're right, Joe, quite right as you always are. Smacksmen has got no souls, no brains, no minds, no hintellects." "They've got no use for books, bless you! All they wants is wittles an' grog " The boy pulled up at this point, for Stubley made a rush at him, but Pat was too quick for him.
"If they'd only fetch us them things an' let alone tracts, Bibles, an' religion," returned Stubley, "I'd have no objection to 'em, but what's the use o' religion to a drinkin', swearin', gamblin' lot like us?" "It's quite clear that your notions about religion are muddled," said David Duffy, with a short laugh. "Why, what's the use o' physic to a sick man, Stubs?"
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