The Arkansas advocate., 1836-09-02
From the Metropolitan. SNARLEYYOW; OR, THE DOG PEND.
BY CAPT. MARRYATT. CHAPTER XII.

What were the adventures of Snarleyyow after ths awkward interference with his masters specualions upon the widow, until he jumped into the beef boat 10 go board of the cutter, lost forever; but Is De supposed that he could moi have remained the whole night without making himself dlsagreeabe in some quarter or another. But, we before observed, we know nothing about H and, therefore, may be excused if we do not tell
 The Widow Vandersloosh slept but little that night her soul was full of vengeance. But although smart ing with the mprns of the cafs teeth still she had an eye to busness the custom of the of the cutter not be despised and she thought of ths she gradually cooled down. It was not till four o'clock in the morning that she to her decision; and was very prudent one, which was, to demand the dead body of the dog to be laid at her door before Mr. Vans slyperken should be allowed admittance. This was her right and if he sincere he would not refuses if he did refuse, twas not at all clear that she should lose the custom of the seamen, the major part of whom Yansyperken then appeared to have very little control and all of whom, she knew deesed him most cordially, we'll as his dog. After which resolution the Widow Vandersloosh fell fast asleep. But must return on board; where there was aI- mos! as much confusion there had been on shore. The re-appearanee of Snareyyow was considered su- pernaura, for Smalbones had distinctly told in what manner he had tied him up in the bread bags, and thrown him into the canal. Whspefings and murmur- ings heard all round the cutters decks. Obadiah Cobe shrugged up his shoulders and took an extra quid-Dick Short walked about with lips compressed, more taciturn than ever-Jansen shook his head nut terng, tTe tog Is no tog'-Bi Spurey had 10 repeat to the ships company the legend of his coming on board over and over again. The only persons who appeared not to have lost their courage were emmy Ducks and poor Smallbones, who had been put in his hammock 10 recover him from his refrigeration. The former said, that Eff they 10 sail with the devil it could not be helped, pay and prize money would still go on;" and the latter, who had quite recovered his selpossesson, vowed that dog devil, he would De- yer cease his attempts to destroy hm-if he was the devl or of his mps, 1t was his duty a Christian 10 oppose him, and he had chance of better treat ment if he to remain quiet" The snow storm cohtinued and the remained below, all but Jemmy Ducks, who leaned against the lee side of the cutters mast and the fell, sung, to slow air, the fol- lowing dty 1t being probably called to his recollection by the state of the weather
 Twas at the landing-place that's just below Mount Wyse,
 Poll leaned against the sentrys box tear in both her Her apron twisted round her arms all for keep them warm,
 Being windy Christmas day, and also a snow storm
 And Bet and Sue
 Both stood there too,
 shiverng by her side,
 They both were dumb,
 And both looked gum,
 As they watched the ebbing tide
 Poll put her arms a-kimbo,
 At the Admiral's house looked she,
 
 She now vent gave free.
 You've sent the ship in gale to work,
 On lee shore to be jammed,
 I'll give you piece of my mind, old Turk,
 Port Admiral, you be d-z--d chorusWell give you piece of our mind, old Turk,
 Port Admiral, you be d--d. Who ever heard in the sarvice, of fgae made to sail on Christmas day, it blowing hard, with sleet, and snow and hal
 iwsh had the fishing of your back that is so bent, use the galley poker hot your hearts content.
 Here Bet and Sue
 Are with me too,
 A shvering by my side,
 They both are dumb,
 And both look glum,
 And watch the ebbing tide Pop put her arms a-kiinbo, n At the Admiral house looked she, o thoughts before in limbo, She now vent gave free. You've got a roaring fire I'll bet In It your toes lammed Let's give him piece of our mind my Bet, Port Admiral, you be d--d. Chorus.--Let's give him piece of our mind mv Bet Port Admiral, you be d--d. had the flour and pums all picked and all chopped fine,
 To mix into pudding rich for all the to dine; pawned my earrings for the beef it weighed at least stone, Now my fancy man is sent o sea and am left alone Heres Bet and Sue, :" no stand here too, m A sniyerlng by my side, They both are dumb And both look glum. E And watch the ebbing tide: