John Smith's Funny Adventures on a Crutch: Or The Remarkable Peregrinations of a One-legged Soldier after the WarHill, A. F. (Ashbel Fairchild)
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John Smith's Funny Adventures on a Crutch: Or The Remarkable Peregrinations of a One-legged Soldier after the War
Hill, A. F. (Ashbel Fairchild)
Disabled veterans -- United States -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Veterans -- Fiction
Such was all the conversation I indulged in that night.
I went to the purser next day—late in the day, for I felt better in the
afternoon than in the morning—told him the circumstances, and requested
him to make that little “arrangement;” stating that I was willing to pay
the difference. He said the cabin was crowded, but that, in
consideration of about thirty-five dollars, he could probably find me a
place. This I paid him; and, to make the matter short, I paid
thirty-five more in gold on the other side—that is, from Panama to San
Francisco—making in all about one hundred and twenty-five dollars for
the luxury of a voyage to San Francisco.
In a day or two, I was able to stagger about the vessel in a very
successful manner, considering my means of perambulating, and on the
first Sunday out—three days from New York—the weather being fine, I
wended my way forward to give a drink of wine to a sick
steerage-passenger, and it was on that occasion that I witnessed a very
amusing scene which I shall endeavor to describe.
My sick friend was lying on the hurricane deck, shaded by an awning, and
very near him were four unchristian-like passengers engaged in the
absorbing game of “seven-up.” About that time, a Methodist minister came
over from the cabin to conduct a “divine service” or two, and enlighten
the benighted steerage-passengers as to the great probability of their
losing their immortal souls.
He took his position a little way from our “seven-up” party, gave out a
text from memory, and proceeded to preach the gospel—during which the
game went on—my attention being divided between it and the sermon.
“My Christian friends,” began the minister, “I would have you know, in
the beginning, that ——”
[“You’re bound to trump or follow _suit_, if you have it,” interrupted
one of the card-players.]
“—— There are two ——”
[“Trumps! by jingo!”]
“—— Spheres of existence for all mankind. First ——”
[“Whose deal is it?”]
“—— We are placed on earth to ——”
[“Play for a quarter a game.”]
“—— Live such a life of honesty, integrity, piety, and godliness, ——”
[“Confound such a game!”]
“—— That when we come to ——”
[“Deal a little faster.”]
“—— Leave the scenes of our earthly labors, and trials, and woes, and
miseries, we may be ——”
[“Skunked, by thunder!”]
“—— Prepared to enter upon ——”
[“A new game.”]
“—— A new and holy existence among ——”
[“Clubs or spades.”]
“—— The angels.”
[“There! he’s turned a jack!”]
“But what, my thoughtless friends, what will become of the wicked and
ungodly man who ——”
[“Deals all the time! That’s three times that I know of!”]
“—— Persists in his evil ways till ——”
[“The trump is turned.”]
“—— The day of judgment? What will be the fate of those who refuse ——”
[“Trump three times!”]
“—— The offers of mercy, and reject the offered salvation till it is
forever too late? When the awful ——”
[“Trump!”]
“—— Trumpet shall sound and they are summoned from their graves to
answer for ——”
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