. Spunyarn and spindrift : a sailor boy's log of a voyage out and home in a china tea-clipper. he book (it opened immediately atthe right place), thats my wife—bless her heart! Nowput the album back and clear out, for Im going to takea stretch off the land for the rest of the watch, CHAPTER XX. LAND OH! SANDALWOOD ISLAND—TROPICAL SCENERY AND WHITE PAINT—THEMATE AND HIS MANNERS AND CUSTOMS. jAY—ay—ay—ay—hi—you ! Dont—you—hear—the—news—you—sleepers — below—there—eight bells ! Show a leg—show aleo-1Bang ! came a boot, aimed at the speakers headwith hearty good-will but with bad direction. Bad sho
. Spunyarn and spindrift : a sailor boy's log of a voyage out and home in a china tea-clipper. he book (it opened immediately atthe right place), thats my wife—bless her heart! Nowput the album back and clear out, for Im going to takea stretch off the land for the rest of the watch, CHAPTER XX. LAND OH! SANDALWOOD ISLAND—TROPICAL SCENERY AND WHITE PAINT—THEMATE AND HIS MANNERS AND CUSTOMS. jAY—ay—ay—ay—hi—you ! Dont—you—hear—the—news—you—sleepers — below—there—eight bells ! Show a leg—show aleo-1Bang ! came a boot, aimed at the speakers headwith hearty good-will but with bad direction. Bad shot! bad shot! laughed Baby, for it was hewho had been kicking up all this beastly row. I say, Tommy, jump out quick, were quite close tothe land, it is so beautiful, and Ive been looking at itthrough the glass ; we can see birds flying about in thetrees. Oh you wont turn out, eh ? well soon see about that and the next moment he and I were rolling on the deck, a confused mixture of legs, and arms, andblankets. Now, you torment, what have you got to say for. SANDALWOOD ISLAND. 261 yourself? I gasped, having obtained the mastery, andkneeling on his chest to keep him down. I give in ! I give in ! Dont tickle ! Very well—peace then, said I, allowing him to getup. What about that sang out Edwards, gaping,and leisurely descending from his bunk, Hurry upnow, and see you fill the bread-barge this slippy, or I shall have to induce you to quickenyour movements with a ropes-end. I took my own breakfast, consisting of a pot of coffeeand two or three biscuits (all the meat was scaufedyesterday) on to the forecastle head, so that I couldhave a look at the land before eight bells. There was avery slight, and barely perceptible, air from the north-west, to meet which the yards had been braced sharp upon the port tack, and under whose influence our shipwas slowly sneaking along. The sun was pouring hisrays from a sky of a most intense an
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