. South Africa. of the Gulf of Guinea. And Iwas there when Kidd and Culliford drank bomboetogether and swore to be good friends. And I wasthere when Avery caught the Great Moguls daughterand all the other Moorish ladies. Then van Hunks lowered his voice and whisperedto the stranger till he shuddered and put his fingersto his ears. At this sign that the conversation was too much forhis companion, the bad man laughed loud and long, andbegan to sing, in a voice very deep and terrible, a pirateschantey, of which this is a feeble translation :— Then hoist the Jolly Roger, boys, and make Saint Marys
. South Africa. of the Gulf of Guinea. And Iwas there when Kidd and Culliford drank bomboetogether and swore to be good friends. And I wasthere when Avery caught the Great Moguls daughterand all the other Moorish ladies. Then van Hunks lowered his voice and whisperedto the stranger till he shuddered and put his fingersto his ears. At this sign that the conversation was too much forhis companion, the bad man laughed loud and long, andbegan to sing, in a voice very deep and terrible, a pirateschantey, of which this is a feeble translation :— Then hoist the Jolly Roger, boys, and make Saint Marys Isle,Where Moll and Sue are waiting in their cabins of the palm; Pull heavy on the halyards, boys, well spend our golden pileWhere all the blessed island smells of ambergris and balm. Well broach a keg of arrack and bomboe we will drink, And well barbecue a hog, my boys, and sit around the fire; With puncheons of madeira, we will float until we , well drink, drink, drink, well drink until we tire! 160. How Table Mountain got its Cloud HOW TABLE MOUNTAIN GOT ITS CLOUD Then haul on the braces, boys, and make Saint Marys Isle,Where Moll and Sue are waiting in their cabins of the palm; Pull heavy on the halyards, boys, well spend our golden pile,Where the breezes smell of musk and the ladies smell of balm. Then there followed a silence, broken only by thepuffing of the two smokers. A long-tailed sugar-bird hovered over the greatblack velvet buds of the protea: the fishing-boats ranin from the lea of Robben Island; an Indiaman wasfurling his sails. But the smokers did not speak. Puff, puff, puff, puff, and sometimes a sup at thelittle keg of spirits. The sun began to sink behind the mountain, theshadow of the Lions Head fell across the bay; theHottentot slaves were leading home the cattle. Never a word spoke the two smokers. The moon arose from behind the Tigerberg, andclimbed higher and higher; the waves shone like silverfar below, and the white houses of Cape Town gleam
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