Sam Lawson's Oldtown Fireside Stories: With IllustrationsStowe, Harriet Beecher
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Sam Lawson's Oldtown Fireside Stories: With Illustrations
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
New England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories, American; Storytelling -- Fiction
“Wal, the cap'n he kind o' got in the sperit o' the thing; and he
thought he'd jest let the widder play her play out, and see what it
would come to. So he jest calls Tom Toothacre down to him and whispered
to him. 'Tom,' says he, 'you jest crawl under the berth in that 'are
state-room, and watch that 'are box.' And Tom said he would.
“So Tom creeps under the berth, and lies there still as a mouse; and
the cap'n he slips out and turns the key in the door, so that when madam
comes down she shouldn't s'pect nothin'.
“Putty soon, sure enough, Tom heard the lock rattle, and the young
widder come in; and then he heard a bit o' conversation between her and
the corpse.
“'What time is it?' come in a kind o' hoarse whisper out o' the box.
“'Well, 'bout nine o'clock,' says she.
“'How long afore you 'll let me out?' says he.
“'Oh! you must have patience,' says she, 'till they're all gone off to
sleep; when there ain't but one man up. I can knock him down,' says she,
'and then I 'll pull the string for you.'
“'The devil you will, ma'am!' says Tom to himself, under the berth.
“'Well, it's darned close here,' says the fellow in the box. He didn't
say darned, boys; but he said a wickeder word that I can't repeat,
noways,” said Sam, in a parenthesis: “these 'ere British officers was
drefful swearin' critters.
“'You must have patience a while longer,' says the lady, 'till I pull
the string.' Tom Toothacre lay there on his back a laughin'.
“'Is every thing goin' on right?' says the man in the box.
“'All straight,' says she: 'there don't none of 'em suspect.'
“'You bet,' says Tom Toothacre, under the berth; and he said he had the
greatest mind to catch the critter by the feet as she was a standin'
there, but somehow thought it would be better fun to see the thing
through 'cording as they'd planned it.
“Wal, then she went off switchin' and mincin' up to the deck agin, and a
flirtin' with the cap'n; for you see 'twas 'greed to let 'em play their
play out.
“Wal, Tom he lay there a waitin'; and he waited and waited and waited,
till he 'most got asleep; but finally he heard a stirrin' in the box,
as if the fellah was a gettin' up. Tom he jest crawled out still and
kerful, and stood up tight agin the wall. Putty soon he hears a grunt,
and he sees the top o' the box a risin' up, and a man jest gettin' out
on't mighty still.
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“Wal, Tom he waited till he got fairly out on to the floor, and had his
hand on the lock o' the door, when he jumps on him, and puts both arms
round him, and gin him a regular bear's hug.
“'Why, what's this?' says the man.
“'Guess ye 'll find out, darn ye,' says Tom Tooth-acre. 'So, ye wanted
our ship, did ye? Wal, ye jest can't have our ship,' says Tom, says he;
and I tell you he jest run that 'are fellow up stairs lickety-split, for
Tom was strong as a giant.
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