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Updated: June 16, 2025
I tell you, as I am a gentleman, I saw it with these eyes, and so did Salvation Yeo there, through a window in the lower room; and we measured the heap, as I am a christened man, seventy foot long, ten foot broad, and twelve foot high, of silver bars, and each bar between a thirty and forty pound weight.
With a 'yeo heave-ho! we levered her an inch at a time, and then loosened her by working her from side to side, and so, panting and struggling, shoved the punt towards the deep. Slowly a course was shaped out of the creek past the bar and then along the edge of the thick weeds, stretching so far out into the water that the moorhen feeding near the land was beyond reach of shot.
A big pouch, sirs, stuffed full of somewhat." "Hand it hither." The two opened the pouch; papers, papers, but no scrap of food. Then a parchment. They unrolled it. "Latin," said Amyas; "you must construe, Don Scholar." "Is it possible?" said Raleigh, after reading a moment. "This is indeed a prize! This is Saunders himself!" Yeo sprang up from the body as if he had touched an adder.
And sick men, rotting with scurvy, scrambled up on deck, and fought with the strength of madness: and tiny powder-boys, handing up cartridges from the hold, laughed and cheered as the shots ran past their ears; and old Salvation Yeo, a text upon his lips, and a fury in his heart as of Joshua or Elijah in old time, worked on, calm and grim, but with the energy of a boy at play.
In her reckless course she seems sufficiently powerful to break up the steadfast rock, or tear the shoal from its roots at the bottom of the ocean. On she rushes! I think I hear faintly the merchant cry of "Yeo-yo yeo!" but the roar of the vexed waters beneath our bows, and the eternal singing of the winds through the frost-stiffened shrouds, prevent my being certain of the fact.
But the West insisted "There must be something you are afraid of." "Well, I will tell you," says Manabozho, "what it is." He made an effort to speak, but it seemed to be too much for him. "Out with it," said Ningabiun, or the West, fetching Manabozho such a blow on the back as shook the mountain with its echo. "Je-ee, je-ee it is," said Manabozho, apparently in great pain. "Yeo, yeo!
"Ah," said he to himself, as he listened to his men's reproaches, "if I had been thinking, like a loyal soldier, of serving my queen, and crippling the Spaniard, I should have taken that great bark three days ago, and in it the very man I sought!" So "choking down his old man," as Yeo used to say, he made answer cheerfully "Pooh! pooh! brave lads! For shame, for shame!
The screaming went on, but the fight ceased; for, as Amyas rushed into the yard, the whole party of ruffians took to their heels, and vanished over a low hedge at the other end of the yard. "Are you hurt, Yeo?" "Not a scratch, thank Heaven! But I've got two of them, the ringleaders, I have. One of them's against the wall. Your horse did for t'other."
He gives a most interesting table from Dr. Yeo, showing what textures of the body waste most rapidly in disease. Fat is at one end of the scale, and at the other the brain, which does not waste till all the other textures and organs are depleted to the utmost.
"So do I. Anthony!" The butler entered. "Take this man to the buttery; clothe him comfortably, and feed him with the best; and bid the knaves treat him as if he were their own father." But Yeo lingered. "If I might be so bold as to ask your worship a favor? "Anything in reason, my brave fellow." "If your worship could put me in the way of another adventure to the Indies?" "Another!
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