Beadle's Dime Novels No. 208: The Ocean Outlaw — page 24: what you’re looking at

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96 THE OCEAN OUTLAW. a gun-carriage, remained for a long time, apparently lost mm reflection; while two or three of the men were collected in a knot, forward, listening to the account of his adventure ashore, which was given, with sundry embellishments, by one of the darkies who accompanied him. ‘‘ Rather think Masser Granger won't go to see his lady Jub agen wery soon,” said the negro, with a low chuckle. “She was offish, a little bit, and didn’t seem no ways ‘fec- tionate like,’’ ‘“‘What was the matter, Jack, that made the girl so hard to please ?” ‘* Bress me, but how should I know anything about it, and if I did, d’ye s’pose I'd 'vulge massa’s secret?” “What are you jabbering about, you black rascal?” said Granger, who, unperceived, had approached near enough to bear the last part of the conversation, ‘‘take that, and learn to keep that cursed black tongue of yours still!” he continued, as he laid his heavy cane over the shoulders of the frightened black, who beat a rapid retreat, muttering ; ‘«Massa pretty consi(’ble cross ; wonder what the deb- bil ail him; ’feard it don’t agree with him very well to go ashore.” **] wish to be called in about two hours, Mr. Kendel,” said Granger, as he turned away, and descended to the cabin, leaving the men to the full enjoyment of the story related by Jack. For the next two hours the yessel bounded gaily for- ward, before a fine, wholesale breeze, and the watch on deck wero seated around in various groups, spinning yarns or singing songs, to pass away the lazy hours which must intervene before the watch could be exchanged, and relieve them. Though appareuatly in the best possible hu- mor, their conversation would have convinced a stranger that they were as rough a set as could well be found. Their talk was all so mixed up with oaths and impreca- tions, thawone would have thought they were vi ith - each other for the mastery in profanity, and the occasional bursts of laughter following the recital of brutal jesta, i Gg ait ay, te comicbooks.com) : cme