The Christmas Books of Mr. M.A. TitmarshThackeray, William Makepeace
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The Christmas Books of Mr. M.A. Titmarsh
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Christmas stories, English
In the morning we were all as brisk as bees. We were in the smooth
waters of the lazy Scheldt. The stewards began preparing breakfast with
that matutinal eagerness which they always show. The sleepers in the
cabin were roused from their horse-hair couches by the stewards' boys
nudging, and pushing, and flapping table-cloths over them. I shaved and
made a neat toilette, and came upon deck just as we lay off that little
Dutch fort, which is, I dare say, described in "Murray's Guide-book,"
and about which I had some rare banter with poor Hicks and Lady
Kicklebury, whose sense of humor is certainly not very keen. He had,
somehow, joined her ladyship's party, and they were looking at the
fort, and its tri-colored flag--that floats familiar in Vandevelde's
pictures--and at the lazy shipping, and the tall roofs, and dumpy church
towers, and flat pastures, lying before us in a Cuyplike haze.
I am sorry to say, I told them the most awful fibs about that fort. How
it had been defended by the Dutch patriot, Van Swammerdam, against the
united forces of the Duke of Alva and Marshal Turenne, whose leg was
shot off as he was leading the last unsuccessful assault, and who turned
round to his aide-de-camp and said, "Allez dire an Premier Consul, que
je meurs avec regret de ne pas avoir assez fait pour la France!" which
gave Lady Kicklebury an opportunity to placer her story of the Duke of
York, and the bombardment of Valenciennes; and caused young Hicks
to look at me in a puzzled and appealing manner and hint that I was
"chaffing."
"Chaffing indeed!" says I, with a particularly arch eye-twinkle at
Miss Fanny. "I wouldn't make fun of you, Captain Hicks! If you doubt my
historical accuracy, look at the 'Biographie Universelle.' I say--look
at the 'Biographie Universelle.'"
He said, "O--ah--the 'Biogwaphie Universelle' may be all vewy well, and
that; but I never can make out whether you are joking or not, somehow;
and I always fancy you are going to CAWICKACHAW me. Ha, ha!" And he
laughed, the good-natured dragoon laughed, and fancied he had made a
joke.
I entreated him not to be so severe upon me; and again he said, "Haw
haw!" and told me, "I mustn't expect to have it all MY OWN WAY, and if
I gave a hit, I must expect a Punch in return. Haw haw!" Oh, you honest
young Hicks!
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