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48 A TOUR THROUGH
no longer, he spit it out upon his plate,
exclaiming with a horrid oath, " A painted
snowball, by G—d !" and wiping away his
tears with his napkin, he turned in a rage
to the Italian servant that had helped him,
with a " D—n your maccaroni eyes, you
son of a b—, what did you mean by that r"
—The fellow, who did not understand a
word of it, could not forbear smiling,
which still- convinced the captain the more
that it was a trick ; and he was just going
to throw the rest of the snowball in his
face, but was prevented by one of the com-
pany ; when recovering from his pasTion,
and thinking the object unworthy of it,
he only added in a softer tone, " Very well,
neighbour, I only wish I had you on board
ship for half an hour, you mould have a
dozen before you could say Jack Robison,
for all your painted cheeks."
I ask pardon for this digrefflon, but as
it is a good laughable story, I know you
will
no longer, he spit it out upon his plate,
exclaiming with a horrid oath, " A painted
snowball, by G—d !" and wiping away his
tears with his napkin, he turned in a rage
to the Italian servant that had helped him,
with a " D—n your maccaroni eyes, you
son of a b—, what did you mean by that r"
—The fellow, who did not understand a
word of it, could not forbear smiling,
which still- convinced the captain the more
that it was a trick ; and he was just going
to throw the rest of the snowball in his
face, but was prevented by one of the com-
pany ; when recovering from his pasTion,
and thinking the object unworthy of it,
he only added in a softer tone, " Very well,
neighbour, I only wish I had you on board
ship for half an hour, you mould have a
dozen before you could say Jack Robison,
for all your painted cheeks."
I ask pardon for this digrefflon, but as
it is a good laughable story, I know you
will