Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 3, September 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 3, September 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“Ay, every piece of it. Spike broke into your chest this a’ternoon, and
made me hold the tools while he was doing it. He found the bag, and
overhauled it—a hundred and seven half, eleven quarter, and one
full-grown eagle, was the count. When he had done the job, he put all
back ag’in, a’ter giving me the full-grown eagle for my share of the
plunder, and told me to say nothing of what I had seen. I did say
nothing, but I did a good bit of work, for, while he was at supper, I
confiserated that bag, as they call it—and you will find it there among
Miss Rose’s clothes, with the full-grown gentleman back in his nest
ag’in.”
“This is being not only honest, Tier,” cried Mulford, heartily, “but
thoughtful. One half that money shall be yours for this act.”
“I thank ’e, sir; but I’ll not touch a cent of it. It came hard, I know,
Mr. Mulford; for my own hands have smarted too much with tar, not to
know that the seaman ‘earns his money like the horse.’”
“Still it would not be ‘spending it like an ass,’ Jack, to give you a
portion of mine. But there will be other opportunities to talk of this.
It is a sign of returning to the concerns of life, Rose, that money
begins to be of interest to us. How little did we think of the
doubloons, or half eagles, a few hours since, when on the wreck?”
“It was wather that we t’ought of then,” put in Biddy. “Goold is good in
a market, or in a town, or to send back to Ireland, to help a body’s
aged fader or mudder in comfort wid; but wather is the blessed thing on
a wrack!”
“The brig is coming quite plainly into view, and you had better give me
the helm, Jack. It is time to bethink us of the manner of approaching
her, and how we are to proceed when alongside.”
This was so obviously true, that every body felt disposed to forget all
other matters, in order to conduct the proceedings of the next twenty
minutes, with the necessary prudence and caution. When Mulford first
took the helm, the brig was just coming clearly into view, though still
looking a little misty and distant. She might then have been half a
league distant, and would not have been visible at all by that light,
but for the circumstance that she had no back-ground to swallow up her
outlines. Drawn against clouds, above which the rays of the moon were
shed, her tracery was to be discerned, however, and, minute by minute,
it was getting to be more and more distinct, until it was now so plainly
to be seen as to admonish the mate of the necessity of preparation in
the manner mentioned.
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