"Quad's odds"; . lding his watch and waiting for one oclock. There you go! continued the patient, after a moment— fling em—high—lively—great Heavens! why dont youtear splinters off your heels—whoop ! shoo! He was quiet again for five minutes, and one of the menmixed the powder with a spoonful of water. They werehesitating whether to disturb the sick man, when he satup, threw his arms about and yelled: Crook yer backs, ye black fiends—hup ! ki! yi! dust!fly! snatch em—great snakes, why dont ye tussel that cot-ton at me ! He fell back, and when they bent over him he was dead! The men looked at e
"Quad's odds"; . lding his watch and waiting for one oclock. There you go! continued the patient, after a moment— fling em—high—lively—great Heavens! why dont youtear splinters off your heels—whoop ! shoo! He was quiet again for five minutes, and one of the menmixed the powder with a spoonful of water. They werehesitating whether to disturb the sick man, when he satup, threw his arms about and yelled: Crook yer backs, ye black fiends—hup ! ki! yi! dust!fly! snatch em—great snakes, why dont ye tussel that cot-ton at me ! He fell back, and when they bent over him he was dead! The men looked at each other in astonishment. Theycould not believe it until there was no longer room fordoubt. I hope hes got a plain channel! whispered one, as hedrew the quilt up. Theres no bars on that river! added a second. And as the third pressed the lids down over the sight-less, glassy balls, he said: He was a stranger, and I hope the Lord 11 let himmake fast alongside of a wharf-boat in Heaven ! ENOCH DONT see howMr. Tennyson was so deceived havejust had a talk with^ Mr. Arden, and he de-nies that he died of a bro-ken heart, and flatly con-tradicts many other thingsnarrated by the Englishpoet. In the first place Enoch hadbeen married just twenty-threeyears when he went sailing,and he had been before thepolice justice eighteentimes for mauling His usual wayof leaving home wasby dodging throughthe back door to escape a flat-iron, and her usual way ofwelcoming him back was to say: 127 Waiting For a Sail. 128 LEAVES HOME, ETC. Well, you old mutton-head, what saloon-keeper turnedyou out doors this time ? He left home after a hig family fight, took a sailorsberth at $17 per month, and was wrecked as stated. Hewasnt the only survivor, as Tennyson states. Seven oreight others were saved with him, and in the first cut Ihave endeavored to show how Enoch passed his time while waiting for a sail. He didnt suffer for provisions, andthe only time he eve
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