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"I 'member hearin' Cap'n Am'zon tell 'bout a dry spell like this," began Cap'n Abe, leaning his hairy fists upon the counter. "Twas when he was ashore once at Teneriffe " "Don't I hear Mandy a-callin' me?" Milt Baker suddenly demanded, making for the door. "I gotter git over home myself," said Cap'n Joab apologetically. "Me, too," said Washy, rising. "'Tis chore time."
Unfortunately, there are a great many people the basis of whose character consists of a washy confidence in the good intentions of everybody. Most mistakenly they call it Christianity. Here, then, has been outlined the effect of the Allies' declared aims.
One and all agreed that because the captain was drowned he was not to blame, a very common and washy sentiment which appealed powerfully to the majority of their readers.
They varied much, both in quality and quantity, from Maggie Woodhall's fine pen-and-ink drawing to May Firth's washy little attempt at a landscape, or the short poetical quotation signed "Beatrice Wynne". Cissie Gardiner, always of a romantic turn of mind, copied "Has sorrow thy young days shaded?" from Moore's Irish Melodies, in her neatest handwriting.
"He did, hey?" responded Washy sharply, springing the surprise he had been leading up to. "Then why didn't he take his chist with him? It's come back to the Paulmouth depot, so Perry Baker says, it not being claimed down to Boston." Washy Gallup's gossip should not have made much impression upon Louise Grayling's mind, but it fretted her.
There were black looks in the morning everywhere, for Paul was known to be in deep disgrace again. He swallowed a cup of the thin, washy coffee its flavour of chicory and coarse brown sugar was nauseous on the palate of the man at the tent door and then his father, pale as himself, rose amidst the affrighted boys and girls, and motioned him silently to the sitting-room.
I have to study my throat." "Why, what better astringent can you have than tannic acid?" the old gentleman called down the table. "I suppose you drink those washy abominations that the young men of the day prefer to honest wine; what's that I hear about lemonade? Lemonade!" he repeated, with disgust.
"Where'd they wind up at, Cap'n Am'zon?" asked Milt. "Couldn't hit nothin' nearer'n the Guineas on that course," growled Cap'n Joab. "There you're wrong," the substitute storekeeper said. "They struck seaweed acres an' acres of it square miles of it everlastin' seaweed!" "Sargasso Sea!" exploded Washy Gallup, wagging his toothless jaw. "I swanny!"
"And how the devil do you keep old black thoughts out of your mind by those washy potations?" "Old black thoughts of what?" "Of black actions, Jason. We have not met since you paid me for recommending the nurse who attended your uncle in his last illness." "Well, poor coward?" Grabman knit his thin eyebrows and gnawed his blubber lips. "I am no coward, as you know."
Besides these we had four pack horses: Bawley, a strong and compact little animal, with a blaze on the forehead, high spirited, with a shining coat, and having been a pet, was up to all kind of tricks, but was a general favourite, and a nice horse; the other was Traveller, a light chesnut, what the hunter would call a washy brute, always eating and never fat; the Colt, so called from his being young, certainly unequal to such a journey as that on which he was taken; and Slommy, another aged horse.
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