The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1851-09-18
Misfellaneoms.
Obeying Orders.

years aSo 10 occupy small Woouen houoo
way down in Hanover street, in somewhat
close proximity to Salutation Alley. Well,
this widow was blessed with son, who,
like Goldsmith, and many other men dis
tinguished in after life, was the Ounce of
his class. Numerous were the foggings
his stupidity brought upon him, and the
road to knowledge was with him truely a
vale of tears
One day he came home, as usual, with
red eyes and hands.
'Oh, you blockhead = screamed-she
was a bit of a virago, Mrs. Trotter was
you been gettin' another lickin know
oh, yes, replied young Mr.. Trotter
that's one Of the reg'lar exercises-lick-
in me- 'Arter I've licked Trotter,' says
the master, I'll hear the 'rithmetc class.
But mother, to change the subject, as the
criminal said when he found the Judge
getting personal, is there emmy arrant
can do for you
Yes grumbled the widow, 'only you'
re SO eternal slow about anything you un-
dertake-go get a pitcher Of water, and
be four years about it, will ye =
Bob Trotter took the pitcher and wend-
ed his way in the direction of the street
pump but he hadn't got far before he
encountered his friend Joe Buffer, the
mate of vessel, issuing from his house,
and dragging heavy sea-chest along af-
ter him.
'Come, Bob,' said Joe, bear a hand
and help me down to Long Wharf with
this
well, so would said Bob, 'only you
see, mother sent me after pitcher Of
water
what do you care for your mother !?
she don't care for you, come along
WE'LL said Bob, first let me hide the
pitcher where / can find it again
With these words he slowed his earthen
ware under fight of stone steps and ac-
companied his friend aboard ship.
The pilot was urging the captain to
take advantage of the wind and tide but
the captain was waiting the arrival of a
boy who shipped the day before, and wish
ing no good to his eyes for the delay he
had accustomed.
At last he turned to Bob, and said
What do you say, youngster, to shipping
with me III treat you well and give you
ten dollars a month
I should like to CO. said Bob hesita-
tingly, but my mother--'
Hang your mother = said the captain.
'She'll be glad to get rid of you. Come
will you go?'
Il haint got no clothes
Here's chest full. The other boy
was just your size, and they'll fit you to
aT.'
sI'll co.
Cast off that line, there shouted the
captain; and the ship fell off with the tide
and was soon standing down the bay with
q fair wind, and every stitch of canvass
set. She was bound for the northeast,
via. Canton, and back again, which was
then called the double voyage, and usual
ly occupied four years.
In the meanwhile the non appearance
of Bob, seriously alarmed his mother. A
night passed and the town crier was called
into requisition, week-when she gave
him up, had a note read for her in meeting,
and went into mourning.
Just four years after these occurrences,
the ship got back to port, and Bob and his
friend were paid off. The wages of the
widows son amounted to just four hun
dred and eighty dollars, and he found on
squaring his accounts with the captain,
that his advances had amounted to the odd
tens, and four hundred dollars clear were
the fruits of his long cruise.
AS he walked in tie direction of his
mothers house, in company with Joe, he
scanned with curious eye the houses, the
shops, and the people that he passed
Nothing appeared changed; the same
signs indicating an unchanging hospitality
on the part of the same landlord, the same
numbers were standing at the same cor
ners-it seemed as if he had been gone but
day. With the old sights and sounds,
Bob's old feelings revived, and he almost
dreaded to see, debauching from some al
ly, detachment of boys sent by his an
cient enemy, the schoolmaster, to know