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“ the tar off 'my hands, I rigged myself out in an “ iron bound waistcoat, and a fore and aft jacket. “ I then steered for her house,
“ It was a moon-light night. I found another ship making for the same port. A Spaniard
was bastinading her. The girl was looking out " at the window; her two dough-boys were un“ covered. I coiled myself away behind a hedge “ like a dog in a coal-box.
“ Bella! Bellissima! cried the Spaniard. Siga nora! Signorissimo! Begone, cried the girl.
Begone! And she shut down the window. “ The Spaniard bastinaded her with his guitar, “ and went upon the other tack.
“ In a few minutes I heard the window open again. Margaritta,
Margaritta, says I. Suckee Suckee! 66 Trická tricka! John English, says she, very
good! And she came down to open the 66 door.
“I staid with her till day-break; and she “ would be constantly saying, John English very
good! Very good John English !--I left her to
go back to the ship; I had that day to bend “ sails. As I was walking along the road, a fel“low rushed out upon me from behind a tree, “and made a push at me with a cut and thrust. “ I had a shelalagh in my hand; and, by heaven, “ before his boarding-pike reached me, I knock66 ed him down with
my Irishman's walking cane “ as dead as ten top-sail-sheet-blocks."
When Mr. Adams had concluded his story (which will supply a pretty hint to be improved into a romance) I sat down in a chair on the
quardeck, and indulged in the reveries of a creative imagination.—“ What,” said Mr. Adams, “you “ have brought yourself to an anchor.”—I recalled the past scenes of iny life in America. But every other
gave way to the calm of my loghouse in the woods, the melody of the mockingbird, and the beauty, innocence and simplicity of Virginia. And now too I felt the advantage of having educated mysclf. For what can smooth the flight of time more, whether journeying over land, or traversing the ocean, than meditation upon past studies, and the recollection of moral truths ?
While my fancy was thus on the wing, a tumultuous noise was heard in the wake of the ship, and I jumped aft with Mr. Adams to discover the cause. In the afternoon the ship's doctor (i. e. the cook) had baited his shark-hook with some pork, and thrown it overboard. A shark had now swallowed the pork bait, and in swallowing the pork-bait he unwittingly swallowed at the same time an enormous iron hook, and about seven links of an iron chain. Mr. Adams began immediately to haul the shark up the stern hand over hand, in which he was assisted by the author of this voluine, and Cunningham and Trencherman, two of the watch upon deck. It was a huge shark indeed! Such a monster I
never saw before. In flouncing upon the deck, I thought he would have stove it in; and I can assure the reader I was very cautious how I approached his sharkship's jaws. But. Mr. Adams soon did his business.
He laid hold of an axe, and chopping at his tail, softened him into obe. dience. (Nota bene. Always chop a shark in the tail.) He next proceeded to rip him up with his knife, and on opening the shark's belly, we not only found the hook, chain and bait, but also the steward's boots !-" I'll be -d,” exclaimed Mr. Adams, “if the shark has not brought the “ steward's Suwarrows on board with him. This “ beats the flying Dutchman off the Cape of Good
Hope. If I was to tell this ashore would they 6 hoist it in ?"
What Mr. Adams,” said Cunningham, “ shall " we do with the steward's boots?"_" Heave " them overboard again,” cried Mr. Adamı. “ If we don't heave them overboard, the wind 66 will haul round to the eastward. Hurrah ! for "a fair wind all the way up channel!"-And so saying, he again committed the steward's boots to the deep.
The shark was a considerable acquisition. A mess of fresh fish at sea is always desirable. We had caught none on the banks of Newfoundlani!, and we now feasted on the shark in fancy; imaging to our minds the tail-part nicely crisped and sprinkled with Cayenne. My only regret
was, that there was no packet-boat by which I could dispatch a part of the shark to the Mayor and Corporation of Salisbury, for the feast that was preparing to be given in the CouncilHouse.
Mr. Adams having nailed the shark's head and fins over the cook's caboose, and sent down Cunning ham with the tail that it might be hung up in our larder with the rest of the fresh meat, we launched the body overboard after the steward's Suwarrows, and made ourselves merry over the novelty of the event.
“If I was to tell this,” cried Mr. Adams, at “ the Rodney in Thunderboll-street, they would “ think I was trying to make them swallow a “ thunderbolt.” “ They would believe it, Sir," said Cunningham, “at the Cornish Mount, the ir Little-Tower, and the Sedan-Chair. They will “ hoist in a first-rate man of war upon their
decks at either of those houses.'
Man at the helm.---The glass is out! Four o'clock !
Mr. Adams.-Ring the bell, and clear the ropes ! - Call the watch.
Cunningham.-(striking the deck with a handspike) Starboard-watch ahoy! Heave out there! Heave out! Shew a leg, there! Shew a leg! Must I send a hauling-line down for you starbaulins ? Hoa! the watch ahoy! I am getting my knife ready to saw your bed-posts. Come, shipmates ! don't you be shutting your eyes again
to keep them warm. Hoa! the watch ahoy! Bear a hand up there you tory dogs !
The morning had now returned, and the rosy blushes of Aurora associated in my mind that glowing suffusion which I had so often witnessed in the countenance of Virginia. The British shore was rising like a new creation from the water; the country clocks were tolling, and the cocks crowing on the coast.
Mr. Llewellyn now came upon deck, yawning, extending his arms, and exhibiting other strong symptoms of being just waked cut of a sound sleep.“ A broth and a pease-soup of a breeze !" cried he. " This is the wind to knock us up 6 channel. Pull away the tow-rope my dear
girls. Here I come to you like seven bells “ half struck! Here I come to you like a shot s out of a shovel! . Here I come to you like a “ bunch of rope-yarns tied up into granny's * knots !"
Passenger.-Llewellyn, what is it makes you look so serious this morning ?
Mr. Llewellyn.- 'Tis the rheumatism in my shoulder. They may talk of atheism and deism, but I'll be d-d if the rheumatism is not worse than either.
Passenger.-It is by having two skulks so often in the lec-scuppers, that you contract the rheumatism. How much the poor sailors are to be