Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 10: what you’re looking at

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12 | ON THE DEEP. father. . Whereas, if they be rendered indivisible py our black hats, we have our badgers of mourning complete., She'll de- preciate it all,’ added Block, with a mysterious gleam in his eyes, “ her complex little heart, with all its womanly miseries . of affection, is as well known to mé as the dictionary.” “ You are right—you are right—-I do believe!” said Capstan, rubbing his hands. “ Your knowledge of the feminine com- munity is wanderink Block.” _. ) : “ And now,” said the latter, “ TH. go forward and inform that youngster of our contentions, otherwise he'll be a-rigging himself UP, thinking to produce an appreciation upon .our orphan.” The youngster spoken. of was Guy Loring, the second, mate —a hardy, fine looking fellow of twenty-three years, and. a native of Nantucket. Though he-had spent more than a third of this period at sea, yet he was a very intelligent young man, having devoted every leisure moment to the reading. of instructive and entertaining books; so that he formed an example, by no means uncommon, of an inferior officer better educated than those above him in.authority. Men of classical acquirements are often found among the foremast hands of war vessels, and sometimes even among the crews of mer- chantmen. <A professor of languages, who, from a love of ad- venture, had shipped in the Rainbow as a common sailor, had commenced to instruct the second mate in some of the higher branches of knowledge, and to say the least, there had as yet been no lack either of attention or application on the part of the pupil. At that moment, however, he could spare no time to think of books. He was superintending the work of lashing the anchor, and stowing the cable—now and then lending a help- ing hand. Thus engaged, he was not aware of the presence of Block—who had glided forward—until he heard the voiee of that worthy behind him. “You'll wear black at dinner to-day, Mr. Loring, and keep your hair indivisible by means of your beaver, which is not to be taken off at the table.” A marlinespike dropped from Loring’s hand to the deck. He turned and eyed the mate with astonishment. “ Why not, sir?” “~- comichookerctom