Many Cargoes

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F. A. Stokes Company, 1903 - England - 285 pages
 

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Page 7 - Dan's prognotice, an' smack his lips until it drove us a'most crazy to 'ear him. " Arter these chaps had been ill two days, the other fellers began to put their heads together, being maddened by the smell o* beef-tea an' the like, an' said they was going to be ill too, and both the invalids got into a fearful state of excitement. " ' You'll only spoil it for all of us,' ses Harry, ' and you don't know what to have without the book.
Page 6 - I'll go an' mix you up a draft, and tell the cook to get some strong beef-tea on.' "Well, the skipper 'ad no sooner gone, than Cornish Harry, a great big lumbering chap o' six feet two, goes up to old Dan, an
Page 4 - I wasn't in quite a fit an' proper state to know what I was doing, an' I hadn't been in her two days afore I found out his 'obby through overhearing a few remarks made by the second mate, who came up from dinner in a hurry to make 'em. 'I don't mind saws an' knives hung round the cabin,' he ses to the fust mate, 'but when a chap has a 'uman 'and alongside 'is plate, studying it while folks is at their food, it's more than a Christian man can stand.
Page 10 - 'Very well, sir,' ses the mate, shrugging his shoulders. 'O' course, if you won't let me you won't. Still, I tell you, if you'd let me try I'd cure 'em all in two days. That's a fair challenge.' "Well, they talked, and talked, and talked, until at last the skipper give way and went down below with the mate, and told the chaps they was to take the new medicine for two days, jest to prove the mate was wrong. " 'Let pore old Dan try it first, sir...
Page 9 - He said they was wonderfully patient lying in bed so long, an' he had 'em wrapped up in bed clo'es and carried on deck, so as the pure air could have a go at 'em. "We had to do the carrying, an' there they sat, breathing the pure air, and looking at the fust mate out of the corners of their eyes. If they wanted anything from below one of us had to go an' fetch it, an' by the time they was taken down to bed again, we all resolved to be took ill too. "Only two of 'em did it though, for Harry, who was...
Page 4 - That's nothing,' ses the fust mate, who had sailed with the bark afore. 'He's half crazy on doctoring. We nearly had a mutiny aboard once owing to his wanting to hold a post mortem on a man what fell from the mast-head. Wanted to see what the poor feller died of.' " 'I call it unwholesome,' ses the second mate very savage. 'He offered me a pill at breakfast the size of a small marble; quite put me off my feed, it did.
Page 11 - I b'leeve the mate's pisoned us.' "The skipper looks over at the mate very stern an' shakes his 'ed slowly. " 'It's all right,' ses the mate. 'It's always like that the first dozen or so doses.' " 'Dozen or so doses!' ses old Dan, in a faraway voice. " 'It has to be taken every twenty minutes,' ses the mate, pulling out his pipe and lighting it; an' the four men groaned all together.
Page 8 - em both on their legs, an' running for their lives into the bargain, in ten minutes.' " ' Hold your tongue, sir,' ses the skipper ; ' what you say is unfeeling, besides being an insult to me. Do you think I studied medicine all these years without knowing when a man's ill ? ' " The fust mate growled something and went on deck, and the skipper started examining of 'em again. He said they was wonderfully patient lying in bed so long, an...
Page 7 - Do you perspire of a night?' "Dredful,' ses Harry. 'You could wring the clo'es out. I s'pose it's healthy for me, ain't it, sir?' " 'Undo your shirt,' ses the skipper, going over to him, an' sticking the trumpet agin him. 'Now take a deep breath. Don't cough.' "'I can't help it, sir,' ses Harry, 'it will come. Seems to tear me to pieces.
Page 10 - ... mixing bilge-water an' ink, an' paraffin an' butter an' soap an" all sorts o' things up together. The smell's enough to kill a man; I've had to come away.' "Curious-like, I jest walked up to the galley an' puts my 'ed in, an' there was the mate as the cook said, smiling all over his face, and ladling some thick sticky stuff into a stone bottle. " 'How's the pore sufferers, sir?' ses he, stepping out of the galley jest as the skipper was going by. " 'They're very bad; but I hope for the best,'...

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