. Spunyarn and spindrift : a sailor boy's log of a voyage out and home in a china tea-clipper. ck,feeling terrible bad sure nough. There was lots ofothers hanging up all round me, and I knowed by theway they swung that I was aboard a ship, and at seatoo. I went up on deck when I felt well enough to turnout, so as to find out what the caper was, and I seed Iwas aboard a man-o-war of some sort. They was justboarding the main-tack when I came up the ladder, thehorriblest mob I ever did clap eyes on, and the deckswas in a hawful state. Pigs and sheep tied up betweenthe guns, heaps of vegetables, b
. Spunyarn and spindrift : a sailor boy's log of a voyage out and home in a china tea-clipper. ck,feeling terrible bad sure nough. There was lots ofothers hanging up all round me, and I knowed by theway they swung that I was aboard a ship, and at seatoo. I went up on deck when I felt well enough to turnout, so as to find out what the caper was, and I seed Iwas aboard a man-o-war of some sort. They was justboarding the main-tack when I came up the ladder, thehorriblest mob I ever did clap eyes on, and the deckswas in a hawful state. Pigs and sheep tied up betweenthe guns, heaps of vegetables, beef casks, gear andgarbage of all descriptions scattered about drunken men was quarrelling just abreast of theforemast, and when I passed, one of them hauled out aknife, and, before you could say Jack Robinson, he THE INDEPENDE^CIA. 75 drove it into the others breast right up to the hilt—through his heart, I suppose, for he let out a yell andfell back deads a hammer. Thinks I, this heres a nice sort of packet, else Imd—d! However, aft I went, picking my way along as best. JACK GlDGEON ON BOARD THE INDEPEXDENCIA. I could, and over the quarter was/ Long Island, a long ways off; so Iknowed I was fairly booked. On the poop, with two or three others, I seed myprecious friend—him as got me drugged ; but this timehe was dressed in a blue mainsail-cut coat, with noroping round the foot, and bra^s buttons and epaulettesand all the rest of it. Hes the skipper of this ballahoo,thinks I, for certain. 76 SPUNYARN AND SPINDRIFT. There was a sentry—a sojer—standing at the breakof the poop, with a gun, and his bayonet fixed on theend. He tried to stop me from going further aft, andstood there jabbering something, and at last I got wild. Out of the road, I says, you herrin-gutted guffey !and with that I got hold of his gun and hove it in thescuppers, and then I fisted him and slung him down onthe main-deck, where he laid all of a heap singing outfor Santa somebody. Righ
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