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She drew closer, and touching the old fisherman on the shoulder, called out at his ear: 'What is it? He answered without turning, keeping his eyes fixed: 'I say it's a man swimmin'. Joe and Garge here say as it's only a piece o' wood or sea-wrack. But I know I'm right.
I wouldn't get onto Charley's back again, with my clothes off, any more than I'd sit on a hornet's nest. How'd you like to ride through the town with nothin' on but your swimmin' trunks and drippin' with bluin water, I'd like to know?" Mrs. Burke did not care to prolong the interview any further, so she said in her severest tones: "Nicholas Burke, you go to bed instantly.
"Yes, my youngest, and the darling o' his maw's heart, little Jim. Only last summer he was off swimmin' with several o' his chums, and got caught with a cramp. They got him out, brave enough, but he never kim to agin." Mr. Witherspoon cast a quick and meaning glance around the circle of eager faces.
"It is bad that you come here," she told him. "Well, I got one friend, anyhow," said Pete. "Si, I am your friend," she murmured. "I ain't what you'd call hungry but I reckon some coffee would kind of stop my head from swimmin' round," suggested Pete. "Si, I will get it."
This young lady, now, that come up with him last night, she said it was 'a dear old place an' she loved it a'ready. Them's her very words!" "Do tell!" "That's c'rrect, an' as I said before, when you're dealin' with educated folks, you're swimmin' in deep water with the shore clean out o' sight. Education was what ailed him." By a careless nod Mr.
It remained still fur a few minutes, thin, to our amazement, turned over an' began swimmin'. He casht his eye inquiringly up at the crew, who were all standin' along the rail lookin' at him, as though he wanted somethin'. The skipper himself was so overcome at the shtrange soight that he furgot, fur the toime bein', all about the disgustin' state av the deck.
He pointed to a dark object, a mere black dot on the dusky surface of the river. But it was not a stationary dot, and in its movement it came toward the Independence. "Shorely they don't mean to come swimmin' to attack us," said the other guide, Thrale. "That's a human head on top uv the water an' thar's a body belongin' to it under the water.
"Fagan," he said, as the boy disappeared down the path at a run, "raise up yer spirits an come an' give th' water goats some more instructions in th' ginteel art of swimmin' in th' wather." Fagan sighed and arose. He walked toward the dejected water goats, and, taking the nearest one by the horns yanked it toward the lake.
"It's no use humbuggin' about it. I'm swimmin' wi' the current. Goin' to the dogs like a runaway locomotive. Of course I see well enough that men like Sergeant Hardy, an' Stevenson of the Marines, who have been temperance men all their lives, enjoy good health would to God I was like 'em!
Then the dark one: "Don't be scared of us. We couldn't hurt a fly if we wanted to. Who is it?" So he said: "It's only me just a boy. I found this hole swimmin' and come in to see what it was for." "It's only a boy," said the blond man. "He wouldn't hurt us," said the dark one. "Maybe you'll tell me what all this cellar work is for," said Bubbles. The dark man scratched his matted head.
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