Commodore Junk — page 67: what you’re looking at

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60 COMMODORE JUNK. “ Did my heart ensnare s Chop ! chop! clink! clink! clank / ‘‘ Genteel he was “ But no rake like you.” “Oh, I say, Abel, mate; don’t, lad, don’t.” “ Don’t what?” said Abel Dell, resting upon his hoe, and looking up at big Bart Wrigley, clothed like himself, armed with a hoe, and also decorated with fetters, as he stood wiping the perspiration from his forehead. “ Don’t sing that there old song. It do make me feel so unked.” ‘Unked, Bart? Well, what if it does? These are unked days.” “Ay; but each time you sings that I seem to see the rocks along by the shore at home, with the ivy hanging down, and the sheep feeding, and the sea rolling in, and the blue sky, with gulls a-flying; and it makes me feel like a boy again, and, big as I am, as if I should cry.” “ Always were like a big boy, Bart. Hoe away, lad; the overseer’s looking.” Bart went on chopping weeds, diligently following his friend’s example, as a sour-looking, yellow-faced man came by, In company with a soldier loosely shouldering his musket. But they passed by without speaking, and Abel continued— 7 ‘'There’s sea here, and blue sky and sunshine.” “ Ay,” said Bart; ‘“there’s sunshine hot enough to fry a mack’rel. Place is right enough if you was free; but it ar’n’t home, Abel, it ar’n’t home.” ‘Home! no,” said the young man, savagely. ‘“ But we have no home. She spoiled that.” There was an interval of weed-chopping and clod-breaking, the young men’s chains clanking loudly as they worked now so Gomicbooks >)