"
"Captain, you wor intended for the church," added another. "You're the
moral (* model) of a Methodist preacher, if you wor dressed in black."
"Let him alone," said a third; "he'd be a jinteel man enough in a
wildherness, an' 'ud make an illigant dancin'-masther to the bears."
"He's as graceful as a shaved pig on its hind legs, dancin' the
'Baltithrum Jig.'"
The captain's face was literally black with passion: he turned away with
a curse, which produced another huzza, and swore that he would rather
encounter the Bay of Biscay in a storm, than have anything to do with
such an unmanageable mob.
"Captain," said a little, shrewd-looking Connaught man, "what 'ud you be
willin' to give anybody, ower an' abow his free passage, that 'ud tell
you how to get one half o' them out?"
"I'll give him a crown," replied the captain, "together with grog and
rations to the eyes: I'll be hanged if I don't."
"Then I'll do it fwhor you, sir, if you keep your word wit me."
"Done!" said the captain; "it's a bargain, my good fellow, if you
accomplish it; and, what's more, I'll consider you a knowing one."
"I'm a poor Cannaught man, your haner," replied our friend Phil; "but
what's to prevent me thryin'? Tell thim," he continued, "that you must
go; purtind to be for takin' thim all wit you, sir.
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