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... Well, it was a great trip. We have all got something out of
it. You have got an adventure and incidentally done a big thing,
and I have spent a month of absolute happiness in the society of
men who regarded me neither as an object of pity nor as a
monster of depravity, but were content to let me go my own way
as a man who prefers to live his own life and be asked no
questions.... Your offer to set me on my legs again and make me
a respectable member of society is friendly and, I suppose,
natural; but it threatens a happy episode with a sad ending. I'm
not cut out for conventionality, and (_pace_ your kind
references to my "sterling merit and latent force of character")
I am not of the stuff that successful men are made of. I have
only done two big things in my life. One was getting elected to
Pop at Eton, the other was helping you to bring the old Orinoco
home. I think I'll rest on my laurels now. I suppose I was born
a rotter, and if you were to endeavour to raise me to your giddy
heights I should only fall down again, and the bump at the
bottom might hurt. I am safer where I am: the beauty of lying on
the floor is that you can't fall off.
... Well, chin, chin! If I may be permitted to gush for a
moment, I should like to tell you that you are a good
sort.--Yours ever,
LIONEL ALLERTON.
No. III
No. 4 TEAK ST., LIMEHOUSE.
DEAR SIR,--I beg to acknowledge with thanks your cheque for
share of salvage. It was far more than I expected, and the
Adm'ty C'ts have certainly done well by us. At the best, I had
hoped for suffic'nt to rig out the nippers with boots and duds
for the winter and give the missis a week or two off the laundry
work. We have all been fair barmy the last few days. Square
meals and a big fire, and you can't hear yours'lf talk for the
squeaking of the new boots. We are settling down a bit now, and
I have put the rest of the money in the bank and told the old
woman she is to burn her wash-tubs. Catch her: I d'n't think!
With my new clothes I have obt'd a berth as Chief on board s.s.
Batavia, of the Imperial Line, and sail on 21st inst. Her
engines are (_several lines of hopeless technicalities
omitted_). It was a lucky day for me when I struck the Orinoco,
and luckier when Angus doctored my grog.
On returning from voyage will take the lib'ty of calling on you
in London at the address you gave.--Yrs. respect'fly,
JAS. WALSH
(Chief Engineer s.s. Batavia).
Postscript (_In a larger and less educated hand_)
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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