Vulgar words in Tom Cringle's Log (Page 1)
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The forenoon had been even more boisterous than any of the preceding, and we were all fagged enough with "make sail," and "shorten sail," and "all hands," the whole day through; and as the night fell, I found myself, for the fourth time, in the maintop.
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We got an order to the officer commanding the nearest post on shore, to provide us with horses; but before reaching it, we had to walk, under a roasting sun, about two miles through miry roads, until we arrived at the barrier, where we found a detachment of artillery, but the commanding officer could only give us one poor broken-winded horse, and a jackass, on which we were to proceed to headquarters on the morrow; and here, under a thatched hut of the most primitive construction, consisting simply of cross sticks and pahn branches, we had to spend the night, the poor fellows being as kind as their own misery would let them.
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Next morning, we proceeded towards the Spanish headquarters, provided with horses through the kindness of the captain of the outpost, and preceded by a guide on an ass.
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"Salt water, massa," rapped out Lodge, fairly dumfounded by such a volley of questions--"You hab six fadom good here, massa;" but suspecting he had gone too far--"I take de Tonnant, big ship as him is, close to dat reef, sir, you might have jump ashore, so you need not frighten for your leetle dish of a hooker; beside, massa, my character is at stake, you know"--then another grin and bow.
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"Damn the body, he must have been a tailor!--Charge, my fine fellows, and throw the constables out of the window, and the stewards after them.
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"Come, weather me now, see how she trips it along--poo, I was an ass to quail, wan't I, Paul?"
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You see I have got the magazine scuttle up, and there are the barrels of powder, and here is the candle, so"-- Obed laughed like the beginning of the bray of the jackass before he swings off into his "heehaw, heehaw."
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"Now," said the Irish sergeant, "I could brain you, but it is not worth while!"
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"There, my boy, that's the way to lay out a warp--right in the wind's eye, Tom--we shall fairly beat those lubbers who are tacking in the stream--nothing like warping in the dead water near the shore--mark that down, Tom--never beat in a tideway when you can warp up along shore in the dead water--Damn the judge's ice" (hiccup) "he has poisoned me with that piece he plopped in my last whitewash of Madeira.
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--"But," persists Conshy--"I have other hairs in your neck, Master Tommy--you are growing a bit of a buffoon on us, and sorry am I to say it, sometimes not altogether, as a man with a rank imagination may construe you, a very decent one.
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We all started, the men dipped their oars, our dreams were dispelled, the charm was broken--"Confound the matter--of--fact blockhead," or something very like it, grumbled the captain--"but give way, men," fast followed, and we returned towards the ship.
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"Anniseed--damn anniseed--no, no--obliged--mucho, mucho but brandy plaino, that is simple of itself, if you please--that's it Lord love you, my dear madam--may you live a thousand years though."
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On attempting the ford two hours ago, blockheads as we were beg pardon, Don Pavo"--the doctor bowed, and grinned like a baboon--"we had nearly been drowned; indeed, we should have been drowned entirely, had we not brought up on this island of Barataria here.--But how is the young lady?
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"You may say that, sir," responded wee Reefy; "but our mule was knocked up, and it was so dark and tempestuous, that we should have perished by the road if we had tried back for St Jago; so seeing a light here, the only indication of a living thing, and the stream looking narrow and comparatively quiet--confound it, it was all the deeper though--we shoved across."
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Our precious blockheads at the dockyard had fitted a thirty--two pound carronade on the pivot, and stuck two long sixes, one on each side of the little vessel.
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Balaam's ass was a joke to this fellow."
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"Are you, my lads, such blockheads as to be ashamed to acknowledge that you say your prayers?"
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No, no; I never saw a man with a large nose who was not a blockhead--eh!
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"Hide my roseate blushes, Thomas," quoth Aaron, as he continued--"Would that men would speak according to their gifts, study Shakspeare and Don Quixote, and learn of me; and that the real blockhead would content himself with speaking when he is spoken to, drinking when he is drucken to, and ganging to the kirk when the bell rings.
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You never can go into a party nowadays, that you don't meet with some shallow, prosing, pestilent ass of a fellow, who thinks that empty sound is conversation; and not unfrequently there is a spice of malignity in the blockhead's composition; but a creature of this calibre you can wither, for it is not worth crushing, by withholding the sunshine of your countenance from it, or by leaving it to drivel on, until the utter contempt of the whole company claps to change the figure--a wet night--cap as an extinguisher on it, and its small stinking flame flickers and goes out of itself.
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But all these are as dust in the balance to the wearisome man of ponderous acquirements, the solemn blockhead who usurps the pas, and if he happen to be rich, fancies himself entitled to prose and palaver away, as if he were Sir Oracle, or as if the pence in his purse could ever fructify the cauld parritch in his pate into pregnant brain.
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Do you know, Tom, I really have an idea of writing a history of the cruise; only I am deterred from the melancholy consciousness that every blockhead nowadays fancies he can write."
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It was the poor fellow who had been making love to Eugenie during the entertainment.
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The truth was that Captain Transom and myself were both of us desirous of seeing the execution--from what impelling motive, let learned blockheads, who have never gloated over a hanging, determine; and quickly it was determined that we should wait and witness it.
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He was goading on a jackass before him, loaded with a goodly burden apparently; but what it was we could not tell, as the whole was covered by a large sheepskin, with the wool outermost.
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She continued gamboling about, "loven soy y virgin--I am young and a virgin--y tu Viejo diablo que queres tu,--and you, old devil, what do you want, eh?--Una virgin por Dios soy--I am young," and seizing a boiled fowl from the dish, she let fly at her husband's head, but missed him, fortunately; whereupon she made a regular grab at him with her paw, but he slid under the table, in all haste, roaring out,--"Ave Maria, que es esso--manda por el Padre--Send for the priest, y trae una puerco, en donde echar el demonio, manda, manda--send for a priest, and a pig, into which the demon may be cast,--send--" "Dexa me, dexa me baylar" continued the old dame--"tu no vale, Bobo viejo, you are of no use, you old blockhead--you are a forked radish, and not a man--let me catch you, let me catch you," and here she made a second attempt, and got hold of his queue, by which she forcibly dragged him from beneath the table, until fortunately, the ribbon that tied it slid off in her hand, and the little Senor instantly ran back to this burrow, with the speed of a rabbit, while his wife sung out, "tu gastas calzones, eh?