Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 35: what you’re looking at

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THE SCOUSE-KID. 87 chum. Each-of the islanders, however, being provided with. but one pan, the efforts of the dwarf were unsuccessfuk and mournfully pocketing his knife, he fell into a deep reverie as to the means of securing a share of breakfast for his friend. Suddenly he bethought him of the steward, and he was on the point of moving aft, to request that worthy to provide him with the articles needed, when he saw Moonshine, -the cook, emerge from the galley, with the kid in his arms. Fearing that, during his absence, the hungry islander would devour every mouthful of the breakfast, he resolved to post- pone his errand until assured that enough of the scouse was left for the two men aloft. Accordingly, when the cook placed the wooden vessel upon the hatch, he (the dwarf) bounded toward it like an india-rubber ball, determined to protect a small portion of it from the ravages of his dusky shipmates. Yelling and screaming like tigers, the latter rush- ed upon the well-filled kid, dashing their great spoons into its contents, and filling their pans with wonderful rapidity. In fact, the whole of the savory mess would have disappeared in less than a minute, had not the watchful Portuguese sud- denly snatched the kid from the fore-hatch and ran with it toward the waist. At first, as if utterly dumbfounded by the audacity of this | pigmy among them, the tall islanders glared with protruding eyeballs at the queer little man, as he receded from them with the kid in his arms; but, soon recovering themselves, they bounded after him, shouting and screeching like demons. The dwarf hurried on, however, and rushing “tuto the galley, closed and fastened the door afier him, much to the astonish- ment of the cook, Who had just returned to his little palace. “Halloa! What brought you hefe, breakin’ into honest men’s lodges? What you want? Why have you fastened dis door? Go forard, where you belong. Foremast hand not fit to ’sociate wid higher class, like me! I's de cook; don’t you know dat ?” Bang! bang! crash! at the galley door. “Hey! hey, dere! What all dis mean? I call upon capen to protec’ me from dis outrage. I’s a gen’leman ob leisure, I is! Get away from dat door! Can't tink what it all. mean |” 04 2 eonmichbooks.conm