Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 65: what you’re looking at

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ON BOARD AGAIN. ‘eT never yet was any thing invented to excel my pills. Had that unfortunate young man, Thomas Collins, the steward, ac: cepted them, as he should have done, I have no doubt they would have cured his fits. But to change the subject, you must have had a rough time in the boat.” “Our situation was not-as bad as it might have been; but I am at a loss to account for our being deserted by the ship. Perhaps you can explain the matter.” . “Tt was the captain’s order. He is not responsible for his own actions: he is crazy ; there can no longer be any doubts upon that point. But, Onoolo was to blame for obeying him. My niece and I begged him to return for the boat after we discovered that he had left it; but he firmly refused to do so, saying that the captain was a wonderful man, a prophet or something to that effect, and that he must do every thing he ordered. Then we applied to the skipper, but he refused to countermand his order, going on in a wild sort of a way about whirlpools, maelstroms, and God only knows’ what, and declaring that he couldn’t spare time either to return to or wait for the boat. Here comes Onoolo, now,” added the doctor, as the mate emerged from the cabin. “He will be glad enough to see the boat and the crew, for, notwithstand- ing that he did not hesitate to obey the captain’s c6mmand— owing to his strange superstition with regard to madmen—TI have no doubt that the desertion of the boat grieved and wor- ried him very much.” In fact, the countenance of the dusky mate, as his glances fell upon the faces of the boat’s crew, was lighted up by a gleam of wild joy. This, however, was soon clouded by a shadow of anxiety, as he looked in vain for the familiar face of his second officer. “ Hey, dere!” he exclaimed. “ Where Amoki ?” “Dead !” promptly replied old Ben, and in a few words he made the necessary explanations. “ ‘No like dis; no like you kill second officer !” cried the mate, with blazing eyes. “ T was obliged to do it in my own defense, as I have already said.” | “Hi! hi! but dis no happen, if you give him de bag of sea-biscuit. When officer order you mus’ obey; nO mattet whai de order is!” conicloookstcom