The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 39: what you’re looking at

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THE ROYAL GEORGE 21 tempest, which increased a thousandfold all the terrible noises that we have enumerated above. But soon after the rage of that tremendous gust had spent itself, there was a long interval of comparative lull; and, the door of the cabin suddenly opening, the captain of the vessel made his appearance. His rough garments were shining with the spray which had dashed over him, the water dropped from the wide brim of the low glazed hat which he had substituted for his cap with the gold-lace band, and his dripping hair hung lanky and straight over his ears. His countenance was more rubicund than ever; and his aspect altogether was that of the weather-beaten, sturdy tar to whom storms were familiar and tempests a source of not unpleasurable excitement. ‘“‘ Well, my hearties,’’ he exclaimed, in a voice which was hoarse and thick from the effects of bawling out his orders upon the deck amidst the din of the elements, “‘ you manage to make yourselves pretty comfortable, eh? That’s all right, and I thought I’d just step down to see how you was both getting on. It blows great guns, by Jingo! ”’ “Won't it be a nasty night, captain? ’’ demanded the Magsman. ‘Rough enow,”’ was the laconic response, as the captain shook himself like a dog just emerged from the water. ‘But there’s nothin’ to fear, my hearties,”’ he added, at the expiration of a few moments. ‘ A good ship and plenty of sea-room — that’s all one wants to make everything safe and trim.” “You'll take a dram, captain, eh? ”’ said the Big Beggar- man. “Just to keep the cold out,’ observed Ic oe Warren. ‘Come, sit down there, and I’ll mix a stinger for you.” “ Well, I don’t mind staying a minute or two with you,” returned the skipper, taking the seat which the Magsman officiously vacated for his accommodation. Then, pulling off his hat and unbuttoning his heavy pea-jacket, he said, “This is the eleventh voyage I’ve made in this here boat across the Atlantic without any mishap, and so I'll drink success to the present wentur’.”’ “ And we'll all jine in,” observed the Big Beggarman, catching the rapid glance of terrible significancy which the Magsman at the same moment darted upon him. (C(O) Anyi 6)(0)©)