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Hans, however, was the "warmest" man of the two, and thought he should be the honoured man, especially as he had the larger quantity of copra and other island produce to sell Packenham. Both men were very good friends at that moment, and had been so for years past.
He's got no sail and canna be twenty mile awa'. I'll pick him up before he gets to Milli Lagoon, which is only saxty miles from here." Packenham swore. "You infernal ass! Are you going to sea in a breeze like this by yourself? Where's your crew?" "The deevils wadna' come wi' me to look for a Papist. And I'm not going to let the auld fule perish."
"Have you married a native girl and found out that she is related to any one on the island, and you haven't house-room enough for 'em all, or what?" The trader stroked his bushy sandy beard, with a rough brown hand, and his clear grey eyes looked steadily into those of the captain. "I'm no the man to marry any native girl, Captain Packenham.
Exultantly he hummed: You've heard, I s'pose, of New Orleans, It's famed for youth and beauty; There are girls of every hue, it seems, From snowy white to sooty. Now Packenham has made his brags, If he that day was lucky, He'd have the girls and cotton bags In spite of Old Kentucky.
And Nerida's doings would make a book worth reading especially by married women with gadabout husbands like Packenham. But on this occasion Nerida was not aboard, and Denison looked for trouble.
Do you think she was fond of her husband, or was it merely excitement that made her cry? native women are as prone to be as hysterical as our own when under any violent emotion." "I can only tell you, Packenham, that when I saw her last, five years ago, she was a graceful girl of eighteen, and as full of happiness as a bird is of song.
And so I come to the end of this tale of a very strange and calamitous voyage, brought about mainly through the obstinacy of the whaling-master of the Port-au-Prince." "And now, Mr. Denison and Captain Packenham, as I think we shall never meet again, I want you to be good to my boys, Tom and Sam, and warn them both against the drink.
Denison took the letter and read it at once. "Dear Mr. Denison, Tom and Sam will give you all particulars about the gear and metal from the wreck.... You asked me one day if I would write you something about the privateer I sailed in, and some of the fights in which I was engaged. You and Captain Packenham might like to read it some day when time hangs heavy.
Every one who knew me and my dear husband in those far, far back days used to call me 'Mary' and my husband 'Bob Eury' instead of 'Mrs. Eury' and 'Captain Eury. And now, so many, many years have gone... and now I am 'Old Mary'... and I think I like it better than Mrs. Eury. And so Captain Packenham has not forgotten me?" Denison hastened to explain. "Indeed he has not.
On the Scriptural principle of casting bread upon the waters she had given Packenham some presents a fan, a bottle of scented coconut-oil, and two baked fowls. These she put into a basket and told her little brother to bring along it would annoy the other girls. During this time Deasy and Hans had been talking over the matter, and now felt in a better temper.
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