Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 47 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 47: what you’re looking at
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“Ho! Ho! but we'll soon be there with this wind, won't we ?” “ Perhaps so,” replied the old sailor, thinking it best to hu- mor hint. “T know it!” shrieked the captain, tossing his arms wildly about his head; “ and then we'll hear it roar!” “ Hear what roar ?” “Ha! ha! my man, you shall know in time! Round and round it goes, roaring, tumbling and gurgling, just like the water ahead of us; and it'll take us down, down, dowa— further down than we ever were before !” At this moment the ship, lurching sideways as it was’ tossed upward by a tremendous sea, caused the three masts to quiver find snap as if they were about to go by the board, and the captain would certainly have been hurled from. his position by the fearful “ plunge” that followed, had not Frank thrown an arm about his waist. Writhing im his grasp, however, even while the ship writhed in the grasp of the gurgling, bursting avalanehe of waters now pouring over her decks, the mad skipper shricked and gibbered like a drowning hyena. “ You had better go into the cabin ” shouted Frank. “ You Will find it more comfortable there than here.” “ Furies, man—a thousand furies! Who talks to me of the cabin now? Down! down! in the fathomless depths, there’s # cabin big-enough for us all! Ho! ho! how fast the whirl- pool draws us down)!” “ For God’s sake,” cried Ben, as peal after noul of strange laughter now burst from the foaming lips of the skipper, “ for God’s sake, try to cals yourself. It’s awful to hear yow a-go- ing on in this way.” “ Ay, ay!” shouted the captain, his whole demeanor sud- denly changing. “ How is this? What have I been saying ?” And clapping a hand to his brow, he glanced around him in a bewildered manner, “ You have been ravin’, sir, 1 fear—talkin’ about Wuipipcolt, and all that sort of a thing.” “ Ay, whirlpools! My brain i isa whirlpool, old Ben. How are we heading ?” “ To the east’ard, as well as we’ ean.” “Tt will be a long time before we get there!” * connicloooks.com