Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 64 of 96
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68 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. for some fisherman in a pea-jacket, I solemnly declare I thought myself in a dream, or T should not have been so bold as to add my chorus to your song. If T was impertinent, I am glad of this opportunity for begging your pardon.” “ Let it go,” said Tangce, with a smile, “ the spirit who ad- dressed me Came up out of the sunset and returned into it again. I refuse to recognize any personality aboat him.” “ What ye tatkin’ about ? Did ye. ever Beé this chap afore, Tangee?” “He passed me, in a skiff, Jast evening.” “ Aye, aye! Well, what cun I do for you this mornin’, oaths “Yd like you to pibriitd me with a boat, fishing-tackle, and your good company. T am willing to pay liberally for your timnt and services.” “All right; I'm at yer service, sir, “Where be you stop- pin’ ?” “ At the tavern. I only arrived yesterday ; T came in a schooner from New York. “How do ye like yer quarters 2” 7 “Rather dirty, rather noisy in the evening, and wretched cooking ; but the doctor told me that when I had been. bere a few days I should be ‘hungry enough to cat boiled sea- Ww se Tr reckon we'd betier be off; rm Teady if you are, Have you any objections to Carryin’ a bucket-full o° bait 7” Pye got a lot of other traps, and Til be obleeged to yeto tackle the bucket.” = All right,” sai r, jatghing » and with 2 parting bow to the ne isrs o LE: he followed his captain out ah rear, where he picked up the neat Sait"s ed off with it, talking gayly with the > old fisherman. ot Seer that Tangee peeped afler ‘them with a good deal of i when Joe. returned, he was in excellent spirits. The y f gentleman had Ah laee Me h of crack- Sess shyt ooh i pled aC ales ‘and boil 8 fish, on the sands ; he lad been paid five | dlls sad allowed tare fain all the fish. , COnmcbooks.com