Queen fish: character sketches, Volume 3381883 |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
a-doin aboard afore ain't answers arms Arry arter arterwards ashore awful beautiful Bill Reynolds bless bloo boat brave Camden Town Cap'n Preece chap church Cockles cokernut Coley collah Colonel colours cornah dear dooty dweadful eerd evenin eyes face fare FLEET STREET fust Fweddie Fweddie's fwom girl give goin gold hand Harrison Weir head heart HEARTS OF OAK Illustrations isself JAMES BISHOP Juberlo Tom Juberlo Tom's jumps Katie lady lightnin look lookin manshing Mary Wilson mate mornin never nice knobbly stick night nothink ollers pardner parish beetle Peter Adair piccaninny pitch Polly reg'lar religion roarin ROBERT OVERTON round sailors says Tory Bill sermon shies ship shouts somethink sort Stodge stood STORY straight Sunday swearin thing thought THREE PARSONS took Twottie village Virginny w'en walked wanted wery westry winder woice words young
Popular passages
Page 34 - Juberlo with some o' yer own cussed black brothers, can't yer, an' don't come intrudlin' on white folks." "Yus," says Coley, emptying our last drop o' whiskey down 'is throat an' chuckin' the bottle at the smilin' stranger, " don't come disturbin' our dewotions with yer Juberlo." I didn't say nothink, but so's not to 'urt the nigger's feelin's by appearin' not to notice 'im, I awailed myself of a pause in the conversation to shy a camp-stool at 'im. The darkey smiled so benevolent I thought 'is face...
Page 34 - ... im. The darkey smiled so benevolent I thought 'is face would ha' cracked, an' then he walks straight into the tent — a great, black, woolly-'eaded giant of a chap — picks up the stool I'd used for to shy at 'im, an' sot down. " How you do, gem'men, eh ? My name Tom, Juberlo Tom. You want nuffer partner in dis yer claim, eh ? " says the wisitor, smilin' all round like a archangel. "Dis yer's a good claim, but you kinder don't work it right, want more tools, new tools." Tory Bill looks at me...
Page 36 - I ain't seen for many a long day, with a little churchyard, where someone's sleepin' as used to love me very true an' very dear, long afore I was a drinkin', swearin' digger. An' I'm a-goin' 'ome with Tory Bill. An' wot the blazes am I cryin' about ?" he says, as he drawed 'is sleeve across 'is eyes. I smoked my pipe out, an' then I says, " Boys," I says, •
Page 58 - Ere's words," I says to Cockles. " Words, and sound doctrine too, mate," says Cockles — as was wery particular about doctrine. And surelie we got enough about doctrine that mornin', for all the sermon was a-up-'oldin' of all as our sec' believes, and a-showin' 'ow all other sectises is wrong.