The Rodney telegraph. (Rodney, Miss.) 1838-1840, 1840-03-14

He returns and takes his seat, and his head
falls on his bosom; but he must be rough
ridden before be will be welllrained, 20 here
is at him again: Pray let me send you a
little soup with Cayenne. He gives half q
dozen angry shakes Of the head. But the
only thing to be relied upon is slice Of fat
pork fried with garlic ;it is speci6d. He
makes horrible mouth, as If the very idea
would kill him; shuts his eyes close, as if il
would prevent his hearing; and folding his
cloak over his head, turns round and lies
down on the deck in dispair. The officers
Of the watch and exchange winks, and l
pass on to the saloon, for glass Of (what
the navy has gone to the devil without, since
it has become too fashionable to use it as
Nelson did.) for glass Of grog.
But oh! my eyes! look here, Jack! bear q
hand this way, my boy! Down the com
panion way with you, as quick as you can,
and look at that poor devil pinned to the
state-room door, with fork through the.
palm of his hand, which the steward stuck
there in lee lurch. Hear him how he
swears and roars and SEQ the steward stand
ing looking at him, and hoping he hasn't hurt
him; as if it could do any thing else but hurt
uBns JGC Wu0b tOOC0 nO t10AOS9 % IL AAO
was grinning through a horse-collar at Sad
dler's Wells. What a subject for Cruik-
shanks! / must not suffer him to be releas.
ed till catch him. Where the devil is my
pencil? guinea for pencil! Oh, here it
is, and paper too. must have this living
caricature. Stop, steward, don't touch that
fork for your life: call the doctor perhaps
you have stuck an artery, have him)-the
blood might flow too freely, Il wish he would
hold still )--or you might wound a nerve,
(he twists about SO there is no sketching him)
lin which case lock-jaw might perhaps en-
sue, (now he roars! there IS no catching that
mouth) rusty iron is very dangerous to
wounds, (I have him now, especially to
wounds in the hand and feet, THAT will do
now; let US see what he win DOL Steward,
why don't you fork out you rascali Draw
you scoundrel, or I'll murder you. THAT
fork has spoiled the carving of the door
sPalmy' times, these! That stine' is not
tiny sir. 1t is great bore TO be bored
through the hand in that sunhandsome' man
ner.' beg pardon, sir, says the steward,
it was not my fault; but this ship is 30 sun-
handy, it is, indeed, sir. Excuse me my
good fellow, | say flor cannoi lose this OPP
s,onnar 70 vo,r wh;s. nlav;,a. 80 on arr
Yopr advcrs.rv en- ssa ;r.o vs.,r h.nd
sH,n,ni noDs, =. =. -, e. r',,- 49,, !,
wouId be dev;l;sh cood Joke + vo, did So
! now Jack, you see what strip Of pleasure
means among these land-lubbers; and thai
is better than spinning your faith 10 my
Sleeve as the steward did to that sea-calf' 3
Of passenger.
But here comes q great vulgar conceited
ass Of Cockney, who thinks We are bounl
to talk Of nothing, during the voyage, bu1
steam and machinery, two subjects which
detest above all others; they are SO technical
so SLOPPY, so snobbish. Hear him.
i Pray, Mr.. Piston (who the devil told hin
my name was Piston? LIS one I hate, i
sounds so Brummagef-iike, and hate 1
4 fellow thai uses Il ENTHUSIASTICALLY Pray
sir, do you know the principle Of this boat.
/ lhdve the honor, sir; he is Captain Clax
|fon. Of Bristol. -
i No, no: beg pardon; notswh9 but wha
a is tho principlci
i Ohiexactlv. now take, The principal
i ei.. 4 50 900 mounds. and It paws o per cent
/ ;nserast. "a
$40 how he fIushes: his choler is rising
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tn. DETERMINATIONS. Ia will a,cbae ne far IS,
s...,saS :. 4. 1919 ,ha d.v;Is Tic =,
$500 - i 1. -,;ll ,,svs. M, r,. ;nsr Is.
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VA, VA, ao . cemnrahec1 ma CIR oer.I,
...,.. = !, 80 -. ~. ~. !.
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