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Barnabas pricked up his ears; a lord, and in the stocks! preposterous!

and yet surely these were the boots, and clothes, and hat of a lord

"Change my mind, Jerry!" exclaie my ue, or even a brace of cold fowl--"

"Not to mention a cold biled 'am, Master Horatio, sir"

"No, Jerry, not for all the Roman parents, rounds of beef,

tyrannical uncles and cold haland Tempt me no more, Jerry;

Bo'sun, avaunt, and leave me to melancholy and elazed hat and extracting

therefroive you this meat,

Master Horatio, beef and bread, my Lord"

"From the Captain, I'll be sworn, eh, Jerry?"

"Ay, ay, my Lord, from his Honor the Cap'n"

"Now God bless him for a tender-hearted old s to say, a Ro open the packages, and using his fingers as

forks, began to devour the edibles with huge appetite

"There was a tongue, I think you mentioned, Jerry," he inquired

suddenly

"Ay, sir, likewise a cold biled 'ahed plaintively