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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Oh," said Jacka, "a scrap of tin will answer just as well every bit." "I can't think, Captain Tackabird, how it comes that you've no more regard for appearances. Just look at the Unity, for instance, and how young Hewitt keeps her." "Born different, I suppose." "Ay, and if you don't look out you'll end different. Patching a boat with tin!" Mr. Job let out a rasping kind of laugh.
I'll wait till the middle of the month before turnen out. Eight heifers and three bulls there be." "Well, I'll see what they look like. Morning, Katie!" Katie Jacka, who had come out to the milking, responded eagerly to the new master and planked down stool and pails. Ishmael and John-James stood watching for a few minutes.
They sang it there and then to the tune of "O all that pass by," and the very next morning Cap'n Jacka walked down and told Mr. Job he was ready to go for mate under young Dick Hewitt.
The wind being fair for Plymouth, Cap'n Dick sent her into that port her own captain and crew working her, of course, and thirty Frenchmen on board in irons. And at Plymouth she arrived without any mishap. Then came the chasse-marée. Cap'n Dick considered, and then turned to old Jacka. "I'm thinking," said he, "I'll have to put you aboard with a prize crew to work her back to Polperro."
So down he went to the cabin, and up he came again to find Mr. Job with his best coat-tails spread, seated on the carriage of the Pride's stern-chaser. "Oh, Lord!" he couldn't help groaning. "What's the matter?" "Nothing, Mr. Job, nothing." The fact was, Jacka had smeared a dollop of honey on that very gun-carriage to keep the wasps off him while he worked.
"But where be you going?" he sings out or French to that effect. For Jacka was moving aft towards the cuddy there. Jacka fetched up his best smuggling French, and answered: "This here lugger is going down. Any fool can see that, as you're handling her. And I'm going down on a full stomach."
Rogers, "If that's the way you Polperro men keep abreast of Board of Trade regulations, it strikes me you might have done worse than lose your billet with the Pride of the West." In the time left before the waterman brought them alongside, Mr. "But a Dutchman isn' no neutral," Captain Jacka objected. "I did hear," said Mr.
Keep the ship going, and if you sight anyone that looks like trouble just give me a hail down the companion, for I can talk to any frigate, British or French." With that he bundled away below, and Jacka, after a word or two with the man at the helm, to make sure they understood enough of each other's lingo, settled down with his pipe for the night's work.
"Chasse-marees are pretty thick, I'm told, once you get near t'other side, 'specially between Morlaix and Guernsey, let alone a chance of dropping across a French cruiser." "My good man, I've been stopped twice on this voyage already by French cruisers: once off Brest, and the second time about fifty miles this side of Ushant." "You don't tell me!" says Jacka.
"The Lord will provide," said Jacka, though he had looked to see a little more of the fun. So aboard he went with all his belongings, not forgetting his wife's sausages and the stug of butter and the cinder-sifter. Towards the end of the action about fifteen of the Johnnies had got out the brig's large boat and pulled her ashore, where, no doubt, they reached, safe and sound.
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