The Island Bride — page 71: what you’re looking at

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FURLING THE JIB. . 7B _ * And I understand nothing—positively nothing, of—~?’ He was interrupted by Mr. Spike, the first officer. . “Lay out there upon the boom, and furl that jib!’ he shout ed, springing upon the fore hatch. “Did you speak to me?” inquired Trust! “Did I speak. to you ?—why blast your eyes, yes!” oled: Spike. “ Away you go and furl that sail; and you,” he add- ed, addressing a couple of Kanakas, “ go out and help him.” “ [—J—really—lI understand nothing about furling sails,” said Trust; “I—” “ None of that!” roared the mate. “I won’t have any shirk- ing aboard this craft. D’ye hear?” “ Beggin’ your pardon sir,” said Squint, jumping from the windlass, “ this man knows nothing of sailorizing. Ill go in his place !” “No you don’t!” exclaimed Spike, “ not a bit of it. If he knows nothing as you say, he’s got to Tarn, and may as well begin first as last. Come, bear a hand?!’ he added, turning impatiently to the parson. Accordingly the latter, with much difficulty, made his way “ to the boom. The motion of the two Kanakas, however, caused the footrope to shake so violently, that he was obliged to cling to the spar with both arms to prevent himself from falling. “Ho! ho!” cried one of the Kanakas, “ what good you do out here, me like to know? You too much in de way, you know nothing, and so best go back.” “Really, my friend,” answered Trust, “if you stop jerking this rope we are standing upon, I will assist you as well as i . Can.” “ Hi! hil hi!” laughed the islander, “me tink you nebber make good sailor!” “ You right dere, Loki,” said the other Kanaka, “he nebber make fit to work in ship.” “ Ay, ay, Molo; but what for you stop working ? Dis he time to stop, when only two men here dat’s fit to furl sail.” _ “Me stop, and talk much as me like,” answered Molo “younot my officer, ana best mind your own business.” “If you no work me make you work !” exclaimed Loki, with, | ‘flashing eyes. “ You spose me want to do all meself?” } \ CaMmicbooKs. com \ i | J oO