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"Huh, it's odd how things take some people I once knew a chap,

skipper of the Flower of the Ocean, who could drink a hogshead of

beer an' be as sober as a judge except in one leg, an' that was a

wooden one"

She laughed It was impossible to be vexed with him

"You have met some very remarkable shipmasters, if all you say be

true," she cried

"Sailors are queer folk, believe , Flower of the

Ocean, an' a pretty flower she was, too--all tar an' coal-dust, with a

perfume that would poison a rat--put into Grimsby one day, an' the

croent ashore They kicked up a shindy with soers, an'

the fur flew When the police ca, the skipper, you

knoas the only man left in the place, havin' unshipped his crutch

for the fight 'What have you bin a-doin' of here--throwin' grapes

about?' asked the peeler, gazin' at the floor, suspicious-like

'Grapes,' said Dot-an'-carry-one, 'therapes Them's

eyeballs!' Another tirunted "Off before the hen she hears a Sunday-school

yarn like that Wonder what she 'd say if I told her about the

pluht up nowadays

like orchids They shouldn't be let loose in this wicked world"