Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 19: what you’re looking at

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THE UNIVERSAL PILt 31 mcm, and the cook, are New-Zealanders,” he replied. “It is not uncommon to find whaleships thus manned, owing to the desertion of so many of the original crews. A’ vessel of this kind seldom brings home the same men who went out in her.” “T don’t like the appearance of these creatures,” continued Lilian ; “ they look so fierce. I am really afraid of them, al- though,” she quickly added, “I may be very foolish to feel so. They are not to blame for being so ugly.” | The doctor seized her wrist. “ Your pulse is not quite regular,” said he; “ you are a little nervous. You had better take one of my pills.” “Oh,no, you are quite mistaken, papa, if you think I am unwell.” _. Before her father could reply, the officer of the boat, a tall, wild-eyed native, with wrinkled brows and long, crooked teeth, sprung ashore, and bowing, abruptly addressed the doctor : “If you Doctor Claret and dis your daughter, you best get into de boat fast as you can.” “These are to go with us,” said Claret, pointing to a couple of trunks; “ and—oh, no, my good man,” he interrupted, as the savage moved quickly toward the baggage, “ you can do Nothing with them alone. You will have to get some of the men to assist you. I was obliged to hire seven Chilians to bring them here.” “ Chilian lazy dog,” grunted the New-Zealander, as he coolly shouldered one of the trunks and passed it to the men in the boat; “dis no much heavy.” " There’ gs muscle for you!” cried the doctor, turning to Lilian ; “the result of constant exercise in the open air. Ney- ertheless, I have even known men of this stamp to be sorely afflicted with divers. complaints of the bones, such as rheum- atism, and such like. My friend,” he added, confronting the ‘Native, as he prepared to shoulder the other trunk, “ how is your pulse ?” , “ What say ?” inquired the officer, looking much puzzled. “Ts your pulse regular 2?” “ Me no understand!” cried the savage, impatiently. “ No (Care stop to talk for nothing. Getting up anchor: must hurry aboard. Think more of dat dan pulse, as you call him” And picking up the trunk he deposited it in the boat. ComMmicdooksEeom