Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil BlasLever, Charles
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Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil Blas
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- Fiction
I waited a long time, in hope of acquiring something like an insight
into the scope of the enterprise, but in vain; indeed, it was easy to
see that, of the company, not a single one, in all likelihood, intended
to join the expedition. When I left the "Picayune," therefore, I was but
little wiser than when I entered it; and yet somehow the whole scheme
had taken a fast hold on my imagination, which readily filled in the
details of what I was ignorant. The course of reading in which I had
indulged on board Sir Dudley's yacht was doubtless the reason of this.
My mind had laid up so many texts for adventurous fancies that on
the slightest pretext I could call up any quantity of enterprise and
vicissitude.
A hundred times I asked myself if it were likely that any of these Texan
adventurers would accept, of my services to wait upon them. I was not
ignorant of horses, a tolerably fair groom, could cook a little,--that
much I had learned on board the yacht; besides, wherever my
qualifications failed, I had a ready witted ingenuity that supplied the
place almost as well as the "real article."
"Ah!" thought I, "who knows how many are passing at this moment
whose very hearts would leap with joy to find such a fellow as I am,'
accustomed to in-door and out, wages no object, and no objection to
travel! '" Possessed with this notion, I could not help fancying that
in every look that met mine as I went, I could read something like an
inquiry, a searching glance that seemed to say, "Bless me! ain't that
Con? As I live, there's Con Cregan! What a rare piece of fortune to
chance upon him at this juncture!"
I own it did require a vivid and warm imagination so to interpret the
expressions which met my eyes at every moment, seeing that the part of
the town into which I had wandered was that adjoining to the docks,--a
filthy, gloomy quarter, chiefly resorted to by Jew slop-sellers,
ship-chandlers, and such like, with here and there a sailors' ordinary
usually kept by a negro or half-breed.
I had eaten nothing that day, and it was now late in the afternoon, so
that it was with a very strong interest I peeped occasionally into the
little dens, where, under a paper lantern with the inscription, "All
for Twelve Cents," sat a company, usually of sailors and watermen, whose
fare harmonized most unpleasantly with their features.
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