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"So prepare to die; the religion you profess I know not, but the time you will be allowed to make your peace with your God is fifteen minutes." "Oh!" groaned Vanslyperken, with his face to the deck. "Up there, my lads, and get a whip on the yard-arm," said Ramsay. Some of his party went to obey the order, and they were assisted by the seamen of the Yungfrau.
The widow, who had now almost arranged her plans, received Vanslyperken more amicably than ever; anathematised the supposed defunct Smallbones; shed tears over the stump of Snarleyyow, and asked Vanslyperken when he intended to give up the nasty cutter and live quietly on shore. The Yungfrau was not permitted to remain more than two days at her anchorage.
Three young women, with baskets of cakes and nuts, were thrown down together, and the contents of all their baskets scattered on the floor; and, "Bravo, corporal!" resounded from the crew of the Yungfrau Babette and two bottles of ginger beer were next demolished; Jemmy Ducks received a hoist, and Smallbones was flatted to a pancake.
But what a hurry and bustle there appears to be on board of the Yungfrau Smallbones here, Smallbones there Corporal Van Spitter pushing to and fro with the dog-trot of an elephant; and even Snarleyyow appears to be unusually often up and down the hatchway. What can it all be about? Oh! Mr Vanslyperken is going on shore to pay his respects, and continue his addresses, to the widow Vandersloosh.
Now the operation of beautifying the Yungfrau had been commenced the day before, and the unexpected change in the weather during the night had washed off the greater portion of the paint, and there was not only all the trouble, but all the expense, to be incurred again. No wonder that Mr Vanslyperken was in a bad humour not only in a bad humour, but in the very worst of humours.
"My dog!" exclaimed he, "woman, leave that dog alone who are you that dare touch my dog?" The female turned round, threw off her bonnet and handkerchief and exhibited to the terrified lieutenant, the face of the supposed departed Smallbones. "Smallbones!" exclaimed the crew of the Yungfrau in a breath. "God of mercy help me, God of mercy!" cried Vanslyperken, aghast.
The Yungfrau anchored in the Downs, and Mr Vanslyperken received despatches for the Hague; King William having written some letters to his friends, and sent over to them a little English money, which he knew would be acceptable; for continental kings on the English throne have never appeared to have a clear sense of the honour conferred upon them.
Mr Vanslyperken is more than usually displeased, for, as he had to wait for the new boat which he had demanded, he thought this a good opportunity of enlivening the bends of the Yungfrau with a little black paint not before it was required, most certainly, for she was as rusty in appearance as if she had been built of old iron.
The crew of the Yungfrau and the conspirators or smugglers were soon on the best of terms, and as there was no one, to check the wasteful expenditure of stores and no one accountable, the liquor was hoisted up on the forecastle, and the night passed in carousing. "Well, he did love his dog, after all," said Jemmy Ducks. "And he's got his love with him," replied one of the smugglers.
To the Frau Vandersloosh accordingly he repaired, and the first person he met was Babette, who finding that the corporal was a Dutchman, and belonging to the Yungfrau, and who presumed that he had always felt the same ill-will towards Vanslyperken and Snarleyyow, as did the rest of the ship's company, immediately entered into a narrative of the conduct of Snarleyyow on the preceding night, the anger of her mistress, and every other circumstance with which the reader is already acquainted.
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