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Updated: June 27, 2025
"Why, don't ye see?" said a companion, pointing to Captain Pharo, who was taking down sail, with the complete flower turned shoreward; "they're Orientiles!" A loud burst of laughter arose. Personal allusions equally glove-fitting were made to Mrs. Kobbe, to Miss Pray, to me, and to the "Eliza Rodgers."
But Uncle Coffin was already leading the horse and carriage on to the barn floor. "Dodrabbit ye!" he exclaimed, "git out, or I'll shute ye out." At this invitation we began to descend with cheerful alacrity. As the horse walked into an evidently familiar stall, Uncle Coffin seized Captain Pharo and whirled him about with admiring affection.
Dimmer and dimmer grew the faces of my former jovial company; but I had one friend, stout, even for this emergency. I heard a voice coming Judah! Judah! Judah! drop 'er, I say, an' come along!" Captain Pharo winked. "On some other occasion, sir," said Captain Judah, returning the roll to his pocket with cheerful haste, "I shall be happy."
"Adm'r'l," said Captain Pharo, "I want ye to step down here and scrape twenty-five pound o' mud off'n my two-seated kerridge." The admiral regarded us fixedly for some moments, fireless pipe in expressionless mouth, and then rose and descended to us. The women had already contemptuously left our company and gone about their shopping.
"An' the women folks wants to haul ye over somewhar's on a flat sea to have yer gol darn pictur' took!" said Captain Pharo, with poignant recollection of a still unquiet grief. "Kobbe," said Uncle Coffin, "no more!"
Captain Pharo, who had been so congenially occupied that he had not even missed me, heaped encomiums upon me, and receiving Uncle Coffin almost with tears of joy in his eyes, led him away to the tin shop. I secured more cracked corn for the horse and shed-room, where I tied him with retrospective security.
I complied in this, as in every case, gallantly; but in my very first essay was detected by the proprietor with a large edible of this description half-way to my trousers' pocket. He winked unconsciously and obligingly turned his back. Captain Pharo, however, oblivious to sense of guilt, approved my action in clear words: "Tuck in the cheese too, major," said he; "it'll do for the mouse-trap."
G'long! ye old fool! Git up! ye old skate!" His unbaffled monotone grew gradually faint in the distance. "Roads be all porridge up there a piece, I reckon," chuckled Captain Pharo; "but as long as Crooked River runs, I don't calk'late to lose no bet. Poo! poo!"
For we of the Basin however wilfully inclined sometimes, as Captain Pharo at heart bow down to our wives, and make love to them, long, long after we are married: quite, indeed, until death do us part, as all true Basins should. "Paul!" said Vesty. Now "Paul" was really my name, with considerable before and after it, but never mind all that. "Paul!" "Well?" I said.
"That off foot o' mine kind o' b'longs to the church, anyway," said Captain Leezur sweetly; "has for years; don't pain me much as I knows on, but she ain't seound: if t'other one starts off kind o' skittish she 's sartin to hold back " "Ye'd orter be thankful 't ye only has to contend with natch'al diserbilities," interposed Captain Pharo, "'n' don't have any o' these d d ructions played on ye."
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