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What was he hanged for? 'When did you come to Sacramenty City? 'Day before yesterday. 'Wal, I'll tell yer haow't was then. Yer see, Jim was a Britisher, he come from a place they call Botany Bay, which belongs to Victoria, but ain't 'xactly in the Old Country.
You did, indeed, startle me by your sudden appearance; but no harm is done, and where none was intended no apology is necessary. You are a Frenchman, I think?" "Non, sair; not 'xactly. I be French Canadian. Mine fadder was be von Canadian; mine moder was a Frenchvoman; I be leetle of both."
"Well then," began the stout backwoodsman, proceeding leisurely to fill his pipe from an ornamented bag that hung at his belt, "here goes. It was about the year a I forget the year, but it don't matter that we were ordered off on an expedition to the Huskies; 'xactly sich a one as they wants us to go on now, and but you've heerd o' that business, lads, haven't you?"
"Why, Dr. Porter!" said he; "why, doctor! how d'ye do? and Mr. Long, too! why, railly!" The boys also stopped their work, and looked towards their teachers with a little uneasiness. "What's all this?" said Dr. Porter, looking around with a smile; "are you getting up another expedition?" "Wal, no," said Captain Corbet, "not 'xactly; fact is, we're kine o' goin to take a vyge deoun the bay."
But Peace had reached the door in a bound and with a cry of delight dragged forth the embarrassed strangers, exclaiming, "It's Henderson and Lorene, grandpa! They look 'xactly like their picture, don't they, only not quite so grumpy? Grandma said I better write Lorene and I did and I invited her to come up for my party. That's how they happen to be here.
'Don't know 'xactly, sir, replied the man; 'believe much the same party as yesterday, with the addition of Mr. Pacey; Mr. Miller, of Newton; Mr. Fogo, of Bellevue; Mr. Brown, of the Hill; and some others whose names I forget. 'Is Major Screw coming? asked Sponge. 'I rayther think not, sir. I think I heard Mr. Plummey, the butler, say he declined.
"It's them boots," he whispered to himself, softly; "they somehow don't seem 'xactly to trump or follow suit in this yer cabin; they don't hitch into anythin', but jist slosh round loose, and, so to speak, play it alone. And them young critters nat'rally feels it and gets out o' the way."
"She seems to be a fine man-of-war schooner," I observed, "and a craft of which the slavers must have no little dread. We thought the Osprey a clipper, but yonder schooner, I suspect, could easily have walked round her." "Not know 'xactly," observed Timbo. "She may be man-of-war schooner, but she very like some slavers I have seen."
"It's them boots," he whispered to himself, softly; "they somehow don't seem 'xactly to trump or follow suit in this yer cabin; they don't hitch into anythin' but jist slosh round loose, and so to speak play it alone. And them young critters nat'rally feels it and gets out o' the way."
"I'll suck as far down as that, just 'xactly," he said; "then I'll put it away in the Treasury Box." He sat down in his little rocker and gave himself up to the moment's bliss, first applying his lips with careful exactitude to the dividing-line between Her licorice stick and his.
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