. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. en a wanting to go to seafor a long time. Hes got no father nor mother here inCanada, and hes working for Crapser, and he doesnt wantto work for him any more, and wants to ship in the Genera/Hewitt and see a little of the world. Hes more likely to see the inside of a jail, the youngcub, growled Stuart, as I take it, for he wants to runaway from his
. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. en a wanting to go to seafor a long time. Hes got no father nor mother here inCanada, and hes working for Crapser, and he doesnt wantto work for him any more, and wants to ship in the Genera/Hewitt and see a little of the world. Hes more likely to see the inside of a jail, the youngcub, growled Stuart, as I take it, for he wants to runaway from his master. Whats he going to do here ? Theold man wont ship him. Right you are, old shipmate, said Bob Inglis; oldKnight will send him back kiting to Crapser and make himacquainted with a ropes end before he goes over the side. Captain Knight shant see him till long enough after theanchors catted, topsails sheeted home, and mast headed,answered Mason. Ill stow him away, and once down theriver will bring him aft and show him to the captain. Hellmake a smart cabin boy. Now, mates, I want you to standby me and give the lad a chance. Nevaire, nevaire, Jack Mason, said the French cook, we vant no boy, no sare; ze boys is von trouble aboard DICK STUART. 32 FRENCHY. Who the h—1 asked you to shove your oar in, Doctor,roared Bill Nye; wait till your betters have spoken. If theboy wants to go to sea, whos agoing to stop him. If hewants to run away in this here ship hes only adoing likemost of us have done, and Ill stand by him. Here Billpounded the lid of his chest with his enormous fist, andcontinued, Ill stand by him, and the man that plays the white mouse on him will have to square yards with BillNye. Aye, and with us too, chimed in the deep voices of JimBrown and Steve Allen, Hallo there, shouted Mason, turn out here and show yourself, you young rascal. I was before them, dressed in a moment, timidly waitingfor a word from my judges. Something in my demeanorappealed for me,
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