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March 18, 1882
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAKIVAKI.
[March 18, 1882.
It was at tliis hour that the highly-trained
steed had heen for years aecustomed to do a
trick with the pistols which she carried in
the holsters. She seized one of them with
her teeth, and with a tremendous effort shot
both the boys over her head.
Fortunately they escaped unhurt, but not
without a severe shaking.
Then their attention was directed to the
animal.
She had stopped dead.
“ Impossible to revive her,” ohserved
Jack.
“ Quite,” said Harry. “ Yet we must get
to sea. 0, for a boat! ! ”
“ No, Massa,” uttered a voice in peculiar
negro dialect, “ don’t say ‘ 0 for a. boat,’ say
‘ pay for a boat,’ and Sambo’s is berry much
at your service.”
“ Who are you?” asked the two boys in
the same breath.
“ Me am Sambo. Me lib in de water.
Hey call me de Black Boy, and de Boy ob de
tNoir,” returned the little negro boldly.
They felt they could trust him. Was he
(not a boy and a brother ?
In another moment they were in his boat
Ipulling furiously.
• But the black hull gradually disappeared
jias she went over the horizon and down the
'pther side.
It was hard work pulling, and they were
getting very thirsty. They had had nothing
to eat or drink for twenty-four hours.
! Harrt took some water in his hand and
drank it.
“ Salt ? ” inquired Jack.
“Ho,” replied Harry, making an ugly
.grimace. “Sour.”
' This would have puzzled them, but for
iSambo’s explanation.
“ Me know all ’bout it. Massa: de water in
dese parts am like milk, and de tide ab
turned.”
“ If we only had some food,” cried Jack.
Suddenly, Harry exclaimed, as he pointed
to the floor of the boat, ‘ ‘ A vegetable is
A Leak!
better than nothing! se
Leak! ”
It was too late. In another second the
boat received a violent sbock, and before
Harry couldrealise the extent of the calamity,
his forehead struck against a sharp rock, and
he knew no rnore.
CITAP. IY.
THE PIRATES’ CAVE.
Wher he recovered consciousness, he was
lying in what appeared to him to be a
naturally-formed Hall-by-the-Sea.
Sambo and Jack were seated before a large
fire. On finding he was awake, Jack at once
brought him some honey.
“ Where did you get this ? ” asked Harry
faintly.
“ Eat first, and ask afterwards,” replied
Jack.
As Harry eagerly obeyed the order, Jack
went on to inform him that the rocks were
honey-combed by nature, and this was the
result of their search.
The cavern, in which they were, was
spacious, warm, and well lighted.
“ Fortunately,” Jack explained, “ I had
saved the other pistol, and shot a sea-bear
just as he was licking his chops. Sambo
knew how to cook the liver, and he hung up
the lights about the cave, which is now beau-
tifully illuminated.”
“ Me catch ’lectric eel to-morrow,” said
Sambo ; ‘ ‘ then we hab boouful ’lectric lights. ’ ’
They were hopeful.
But where were the Pirates ? And what
was the fate of Cachuca and Daisy ?
Suddenly he cried “ Hush ! ”
A cry ?
“ It am de cats,” whispered Sambo.
“ Or a sea-mew,” said Jack.
“Ho; a female in distress,” exclaimed
Harry. “ Give me the barkers.”
And thrusting a couple of pistols into his
belt, he muttered to himself “ Barkers is
willin,” and, taking a cutlass in his right
hand, he crept through a creviee. while the
two others remained behind, ready for action
at an instant’s notice from their leader.
Harry listened intently. The sound of a
small bell arrested his attention. He crept
on ; then he traversed a long gallery ; thence
he descended, and picked his way among a
lot of empty boxes, some numbered, and
some with names on them. To whom could
they belong ? Where was he ? Then he
came upon what he supposed must once have
been used for stables, but which were now
merely rows and rows of empty stalls. Be-
hind these was a dark pit. One step back,
and he would have fallen into it.
Suddenly, from his coign of vantage in one
of those stalls, he heard the sounds of music
and revelry, and then saw a heavy drapery
gradually ascend, and his heart beat high at
the extraordinary scene before him.
The Pirates of whom he was in search, in
every_ variety of costume, were playing,
drinking, dancing, dicing, in a spacious.
cavern. They were armed to the teeth, which
were as false as their tongues, displaying
most formidable double-barrelled gums ;
knives and pi&tols were in their belts, and
even the verv diee they were playing with
were heavily loaded.
Three ferocious-looking men, evidently
the chiefs of the band, were conferring
together in the centre; while, a little way
from them, lay on a couch the unhappy
Cacettca, evidently being comforted by her
friend Daisy, who sat by the pillow.
Harry threw a yearning glance in their
direction, but luckily it fell on them without
attracting the Pirates’ attention.
Cacheca and Daisy started slightly.
Harry threw another glance towards
them.
At that instant one of the Pirate Chiefs-
paused suddenly in his whispered conversa-
tion, and, drawing a pistol from his breast,
in which he had a secret pocket cut on pur-
pose, he walked towards the place where
Harry was concealed.
(To be continued.)
PRACTICE FOR THE BOATRACE.
(By Bumb-Crambo Junior.)
A Good Start.
Dropping down from the Crab Tree.
A Scratch Eight.
“ I admit having said so,” said Mrs. Ramsbotham to the Countde
Galantine, “ but then, my dear Count, it was what you call in
your beautiful language, a merefarce in the parlour.” Mrs. R.,
says the Count always looks so pleased and surprised when she
speaks French to him. We can readily imagine he is more the
latter than the former.
OFFICIAL IGNORANCE!
The Great Pooh-Pooh must be somewhat annoyed by the remarks
of Mr. Justice Haavkins on the unchecked ruffianism of the Thames
Embankment. Perhaps we expect too mueh from a Seldom-at-Home
Secretary when we ask him to know something about the Govern-
ment of London, and we expect a great deal more when we ask the
Chief of the Police to help him with information. Sir Edmund
Henderson may have many good qualities as a police official, but a
knowledge of metropolitan manners and habits is not prominent
amongst them, and he is probably as honestly ignorant of the state
of the Thames Embankment as he is of the condition of the top of
the Gaymarket. Scotland Yard is not far from either place, and is
quite close to the Thames Embankment, but criminals never feel so
secure as they do when working under the very eyes of authority.
When a street gets very notorious, it is usual for Bumbledom to
alter its name, and probably this will be done in the case of the
Thames Embankment. “ Sikes’s Avenue ” would be a pretty and
appropriate title.
The Allgemeine Zeitung reports the discovery, in the Moscow
Custom House, of “ some cases of hats, charged in the crown with
explosives, so that if thrown down they would burst as bombs.”
There is nothing new in this. The Nihilists have evidently invented
explosive hats—merely a development of percussion caps !
IMPALED.
What is the difference hetween a thirsty Herald and the art he
practises ?
The one is a dry Herald, the other Herald-dry !
“What’s the use of land to a Irish peasant ? ” asked ’Arry.
“ When he ’asn’t it he can’t pay his rent, and when he ’as it he
’oes it.”
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAKIVAKI.
[March 18, 1882.
It was at tliis hour that the highly-trained
steed had heen for years aecustomed to do a
trick with the pistols which she carried in
the holsters. She seized one of them with
her teeth, and with a tremendous effort shot
both the boys over her head.
Fortunately they escaped unhurt, but not
without a severe shaking.
Then their attention was directed to the
animal.
She had stopped dead.
“ Impossible to revive her,” ohserved
Jack.
“ Quite,” said Harry. “ Yet we must get
to sea. 0, for a boat! ! ”
“ No, Massa,” uttered a voice in peculiar
negro dialect, “ don’t say ‘ 0 for a. boat,’ say
‘ pay for a boat,’ and Sambo’s is berry much
at your service.”
“ Who are you?” asked the two boys in
the same breath.
“ Me am Sambo. Me lib in de water.
Hey call me de Black Boy, and de Boy ob de
tNoir,” returned the little negro boldly.
They felt they could trust him. Was he
(not a boy and a brother ?
In another moment they were in his boat
Ipulling furiously.
• But the black hull gradually disappeared
jias she went over the horizon and down the
'pther side.
It was hard work pulling, and they were
getting very thirsty. They had had nothing
to eat or drink for twenty-four hours.
! Harrt took some water in his hand and
drank it.
“ Salt ? ” inquired Jack.
“Ho,” replied Harry, making an ugly
.grimace. “Sour.”
' This would have puzzled them, but for
iSambo’s explanation.
“ Me know all ’bout it. Massa: de water in
dese parts am like milk, and de tide ab
turned.”
“ If we only had some food,” cried Jack.
Suddenly, Harry exclaimed, as he pointed
to the floor of the boat, ‘ ‘ A vegetable is
A Leak!
better than nothing! se
Leak! ”
It was too late. In another second the
boat received a violent sbock, and before
Harry couldrealise the extent of the calamity,
his forehead struck against a sharp rock, and
he knew no rnore.
CITAP. IY.
THE PIRATES’ CAVE.
Wher he recovered consciousness, he was
lying in what appeared to him to be a
naturally-formed Hall-by-the-Sea.
Sambo and Jack were seated before a large
fire. On finding he was awake, Jack at once
brought him some honey.
“ Where did you get this ? ” asked Harry
faintly.
“ Eat first, and ask afterwards,” replied
Jack.
As Harry eagerly obeyed the order, Jack
went on to inform him that the rocks were
honey-combed by nature, and this was the
result of their search.
The cavern, in which they were, was
spacious, warm, and well lighted.
“ Fortunately,” Jack explained, “ I had
saved the other pistol, and shot a sea-bear
just as he was licking his chops. Sambo
knew how to cook the liver, and he hung up
the lights about the cave, which is now beau-
tifully illuminated.”
“ Me catch ’lectric eel to-morrow,” said
Sambo ; ‘ ‘ then we hab boouful ’lectric lights. ’ ’
They were hopeful.
But where were the Pirates ? And what
was the fate of Cachuca and Daisy ?
Suddenly he cried “ Hush ! ”
A cry ?
“ It am de cats,” whispered Sambo.
“ Or a sea-mew,” said Jack.
“Ho; a female in distress,” exclaimed
Harry. “ Give me the barkers.”
And thrusting a couple of pistols into his
belt, he muttered to himself “ Barkers is
willin,” and, taking a cutlass in his right
hand, he crept through a creviee. while the
two others remained behind, ready for action
at an instant’s notice from their leader.
Harry listened intently. The sound of a
small bell arrested his attention. He crept
on ; then he traversed a long gallery ; thence
he descended, and picked his way among a
lot of empty boxes, some numbered, and
some with names on them. To whom could
they belong ? Where was he ? Then he
came upon what he supposed must once have
been used for stables, but which were now
merely rows and rows of empty stalls. Be-
hind these was a dark pit. One step back,
and he would have fallen into it.
Suddenly, from his coign of vantage in one
of those stalls, he heard the sounds of music
and revelry, and then saw a heavy drapery
gradually ascend, and his heart beat high at
the extraordinary scene before him.
The Pirates of whom he was in search, in
every_ variety of costume, were playing,
drinking, dancing, dicing, in a spacious.
cavern. They were armed to the teeth, which
were as false as their tongues, displaying
most formidable double-barrelled gums ;
knives and pi&tols were in their belts, and
even the verv diee they were playing with
were heavily loaded.
Three ferocious-looking men, evidently
the chiefs of the band, were conferring
together in the centre; while, a little way
from them, lay on a couch the unhappy
Cacettca, evidently being comforted by her
friend Daisy, who sat by the pillow.
Harry threw a yearning glance in their
direction, but luckily it fell on them without
attracting the Pirates’ attention.
Cacheca and Daisy started slightly.
Harry threw another glance towards
them.
At that instant one of the Pirate Chiefs-
paused suddenly in his whispered conversa-
tion, and, drawing a pistol from his breast,
in which he had a secret pocket cut on pur-
pose, he walked towards the place where
Harry was concealed.
(To be continued.)
PRACTICE FOR THE BOATRACE.
(By Bumb-Crambo Junior.)
A Good Start.
Dropping down from the Crab Tree.
A Scratch Eight.
“ I admit having said so,” said Mrs. Ramsbotham to the Countde
Galantine, “ but then, my dear Count, it was what you call in
your beautiful language, a merefarce in the parlour.” Mrs. R.,
says the Count always looks so pleased and surprised when she
speaks French to him. We can readily imagine he is more the
latter than the former.
OFFICIAL IGNORANCE!
The Great Pooh-Pooh must be somewhat annoyed by the remarks
of Mr. Justice Haavkins on the unchecked ruffianism of the Thames
Embankment. Perhaps we expect too mueh from a Seldom-at-Home
Secretary when we ask him to know something about the Govern-
ment of London, and we expect a great deal more when we ask the
Chief of the Police to help him with information. Sir Edmund
Henderson may have many good qualities as a police official, but a
knowledge of metropolitan manners and habits is not prominent
amongst them, and he is probably as honestly ignorant of the state
of the Thames Embankment as he is of the condition of the top of
the Gaymarket. Scotland Yard is not far from either place, and is
quite close to the Thames Embankment, but criminals never feel so
secure as they do when working under the very eyes of authority.
When a street gets very notorious, it is usual for Bumbledom to
alter its name, and probably this will be done in the case of the
Thames Embankment. “ Sikes’s Avenue ” would be a pretty and
appropriate title.
The Allgemeine Zeitung reports the discovery, in the Moscow
Custom House, of “ some cases of hats, charged in the crown with
explosives, so that if thrown down they would burst as bombs.”
There is nothing new in this. The Nihilists have evidently invented
explosive hats—merely a development of percussion caps !
IMPALED.
What is the difference hetween a thirsty Herald and the art he
practises ?
The one is a dry Herald, the other Herald-dry !
“What’s the use of land to a Irish peasant ? ” asked ’Arry.
“ When he ’asn’t it he can’t pay his rent, and when he ’as it he
’oes it.”