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Updated: June 25, 2025
He did not know me as I passed; but his small glimmering red face instantly identified the worthy little old man to me. "Good morning, Mr Whiffle the top of the morning to you, sir." "Hillo," responded Peregrine "Tom, is it you? how d'ye do, man how d'ye do?" and he started to his feet, and almost embraced me.
Beyond this we scaled another sandy hillock, and pulled up at a little wayside tavern, at the door of which Harry set himself lustily to halloa. "Why, John; hilloa, hillo; John Riker!"
Beyond it lay wintry woods, clear-lined against the pale blue sky. Into these he wandered, and was going on, seeing nothing, thinking nothing, almost feeling nothing, when he heard a voice behind him. "Hillo, bantam!" it cried; and Alec did not need to turn to know who called.
Hurry up there, you loafers! Come, Burdett, my boy, stir your stumps if you don't want a wigging from the first luff! Hillo, Jerry! what's that, hot coffee? Well done, my man, I'll owe you a glass of grog for that! Pour it out quickly, and rouse out the bread barge." Jerry was a smart fellow and looked after us well, I will say that for him.
"Hillo, bantam!" exclaimed Mr Cupples, holding out a grimy hand, that many a lady might have been pleased to possess and keep clean and white: "Hoo's the soo? And hoo's a' the cocks and hens?" "Brawly," returned Alec. "Hoo's the tappit hen?" a large bottle, holding six quarts, in which Mr Cupples kept his whisky.
Then the speaker must certainly be a friend, and without more ado I dropped down into the little forecastle, exclaiming: "Hillo, there! Who are you, my friend; and what the dickens are you doing locked up here in this forecastle?" "Who am I?" retorted the voice.
Hillo, what is that? A gun from the lugger, by the hookey! They have made us out, and don't like the look of us, apparently, so they have fired a gun to wake up the people aboard the prize. Ha! now they have seen us aboard the big ship too, and are taking in their stunsails, to haul to the wind, I suppose.
The captain has been too wide awake to be taken by surprise, depend on that." "Hillo! what are they about now?" exclaimed another of the men. The schooner, which had stood still closer in towards the shore, had lowered another boat, at the same time firing a gun as a signal to recall the one which had brought us.
Webb, the mate, and Tom both slept in bunks in the same cabin. Just as the steward was laying breakfast, Webb popped his head out from his cabin curtains. "Hillo, steward!" "Good-morning, sah!" said Jake Brown, who, strange as it may seem, was a tall and important-looking black man, with hair as white as snow. "Have you seen Master Tom? He hasn't been here all night.
Here, Ted, you devil's catch-penny, come an' help me! Hillo, here!" he shouted, "what are you at, you gallows crew? Do you want to go to the stone jug, I say? Be off out o' this here's the guager, blast him, an' the sogers! Clear out, I tell you, or every mother's son of you will sleep undher the skull and cross-bones to-night."
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