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Timotheus, I may state in the bygoing, was not a Dutchman; he was fundamentally any thing but a Dutchman; but his opinion was sound, and soon verified to my cost. Jigmaree now approached. "The Captain wants you in the cabin, sir," said he. I descended, and found the skipper seated at a table with his clerk beside him, and several open letters lying before him. "Sit down, Mr Cringle."

Those names stuck in his head. "Lay your hand on thim," said Long Jack. Harvey obeyed. "Lower till that rope-loop on the after-leach-kris no, it's cringle till the cringle was down on the boom. Then I'd tie her up the way you said, and then I'd hoist up the peak and throat halyards again." "You've forgot to pass the tack-earing, but wid time and help ye'll larn.

Coming up to Block Island Light things were pretty even. Then it came a question of who was to go to windward. The yacht hauled her mainsheet in to two blocks. So did we, and, further, ran a line from the cringle in her foresail to the weather rigging. She could not make it we had her.

"Hillo!" shouted the nearest "Cringle, my lad whither bound? how is Sir Samuel and Lady Semaphore, eh? Capital sport, ten brace of teal there" and the spokesman threw two beautiful birds ashore to me.

Why, when Captain Cringle there was in the Bight of Benin, from which 'One comes out where a hundred go in, on board of the what d'ye call her? I forget her name they had a tame ostrich, which was the wonder of the whole squadron.

"Have you heard what that fellow has been saying to me?" demanded Miss Cringle, with a spice of the old temper leavening her voice once more. "Every word," said the mate cheerfully. "Why didn't you come up and stand by me?" inquired the girl hotly. The mate hung his head. "Oh," said the girl, and her tones were those of acute disappointment, "you're afraid." "I'm not," said the mate scornfully.

Lady is dying to see him again." "WELL, MR CRINGLE, what say you?" "Of course, I must obey, sir; highly flattered by Mr Secretary's good opinion, any how." The Captain laughed heartily. "It is nearly calm, I see. We must set about manning this seventy four for you, without delay. So, come along, Captain Cringle." When we got on deck, "Hail the Wave to close, Mr Yerk," said Transom.

"Lord! Wagtail," he exclaimed, "my dear fellow, the cabin is full of water we are sinking ah! Deucedly annoying to be drowned in this hole, amidst dirty water, like a tubful of ill washed potatoes ah." "Tom Tom Cringle," shouted Mr Bang at this juncture, while he looked over the edge of his cot on the stramash below, "saw ever any man the like of that?

The grewsome carle, Conscience Senior, you can grapple with, for he only steps forth on great occasions, when he says sternly and the mischief is, that what he says, we know to be true says he, "Thomas Cringle" he never calls me Tom, or Mister, or Lieutenant "Thomas Cringle," says he, "if you do that thing, you shall be damned."

In a trice my couch was rigged, all comfortable, snow white linen, nice pillow, soft mattrass, &c. and Obed, filling me another tumbler, helped himself also; he then drank to my health, wished me a sound sleep, promised to call me at daylight, and as he left the cabin he said, "Mr Cringle, had it been my object to have injured you, I would not have waited until now.

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