. Timboo and Joliba; or The art of being useful . pper side of thehogshead, directly over his head. Yes! said he, speaking to the rain. Dont you wish youcould get at him ? Then, after listening a moment longer, he added, You mayknock, and beat, and rattle as long as you please, but you cantcome in. You have had your way with me stormy nights longenough. Ive got out of your reach now. Here there was a bright flash of lightning, followed by a loudand long-continued peal of thunder. Timboo pushed up the hay under his head a little, and then set- EETROSPECTION. 67 The middle watcb. Account of Timb
. Timboo and Joliba; or The art of being useful . pper side of thehogshead, directly over his head. Yes! said he, speaking to the rain. Dont you wish youcould get at him ? Then, after listening a moment longer, he added, You mayknock, and beat, and rattle as long as you please, but you cantcome in. You have had your way with me stormy nights longenough. Ive got out of your reach now. Here there was a bright flash of lightning, followed by a loudand long-continued peal of thunder. Timboo pushed up the hay under his head a little, and then set- EETROSPECTION. 67 The middle watcb. Account of Timboos early life. tied his head comfortably upon the pillow which he thus made, andsaid, If we could have such a goodplace as this to creep into instormy nights at sea, in the mid-dle watch, what a nice thing itwould be! The middle watch, as it is call-ed, takes the middle of the night,and the condition of sailors whoseturn it is to remain on deck dur-ing that time in stormy weather,especially when the vessels aresmall and the sea rough, is dread-. GOING ABOUT. fal in the extreme. CHAPTER VI. RETROSPECTION. It is possible that the reader, at this stage of the narrative, mayfeel some curiosity to know how it happened that such a boy asTimboo, with only a parrot for his companion, could be strayingin this way through the country, without any friends or any home,and may consequently desire to learn some particulars of his pre-vious history. This is certainly not an unreasonable curiosity;and though the imparting of this information will be of very littleservice for the purpose I have in view in this story, I will, in this 68 EETROSPECTION. His place of birth. His cradle. An adventure. chapter, briefly relate who Timboo was, and how he came to ar-rive, as he did, at Mr. Cheverils house on the North River. Timboo was born among savages, in some outlandish countrybeyond the seas—I never knew exactly where. His father wasa white man, but his mother was a savage, and when he was ababy,
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