DOI Heft:
April 22, 1882
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17752#0198
Aprtl 22, 1882,]
PUNCII, OR THE LONDON CHAKIVAPL
191
OUR BOYS’ NOVELIST.
BEING STORIES OF WILD SPORT AND STIRRING ADYENTURE, FOR THE AMUSEMENT AND INSTRUCTION OF
THE YOUTHS OF ALL NATIONS.
WET BOB:
OR,
THE ADYENTURES OF A LITTLE ETON BOY AMONGST TIIE HOTWHATA CANNIBALS.
(.By the Author of “ The Three Young Benchers, cmd Hoio they all Got the Woolsadc,'"
“ From Back Yard to Yard-arm,” Ac., Ac.)
CHAP. I.
OUR HERO RESCUES HIS FIBST CAPTIA rE.
“Oh, spare me, Sir! ” cried the lovely
Eastern girl, throwing up her jewelled arms,
^ and at the same time sutiering her wealth oi
! golden hair to fall in large huge coils all
| over the tloor of the Upper Fifth class-room.
; ■ Spare me, this time, and I’ll never do it
| again! ”
! She was a mere child of nineteen, and had
} been found that morning wandering about,
} with a pretty pout on her mouth and all the
i witchery of a dark race in her beautiful eyes,
on the staircases of several of the dames’
; houses.
! Her story was an extremely common one.
i Her mother had been a Circassian, and her
| father a Minor Canon. But owing to a
} Bishop’s charge, he had one day gone off
quite suddenly bv himself, and they never
| saw him again. fler mother, however, knew
that he was a big gun, and so she worked her
little daughter a small Percussion cap.
When she got bigger, the wild street Arabs
pointed at her, and called her “ the fair
Perkussian.” This name had followed her.
So she arrived at Eton.
“I am seeking,” she said, “a long-lost
Oriental second cousin.”
_ The Provost was not satisfied with this
simple tale.
“ Non tali ingenio,” he said, quoting freely
from the classics, and at the same time pro-
ducing a stout ordinary regulation cat-o’-nine-
tails, “ though our great school, young per-
son, is, I am proud to say, Cosmopolitan in
its character, and a glance at that form will
show you that even far Mexico sends us its
: Youthful Pen-and-Ineas.”
“ And lively Spain her coming lloppy-
Dons?” asked the trembling girl, interested.
She knew that at the last Athletic Sports
the best jump had fallen to a leaping Pole,
wliile the cream of the present year’s Eight
was composed entirely of Tartars, every one
of them a thorough water Khan. She had
hoped therefore to find her relative.
But the Provost merely bared his hrawny
arm to administer the usual punishment,
while the boys of the Upper Fifth, who were
accustomed to such scenes, whispered to each
other that she was a “ neat little filly.”
“ Oh, Sir,” she exclaimed, “I have but
one wish-”
“ So has the cat,” interrupted the Pro-
vost, brutally, as he whirled the instrument
of punishment round his head, causing it to
express a very decided whish of its own.
“ And now—whish !—you mav get it! ”
But, as the stroke descended, with the
quickness of lightning another figure sprang
suddenly on to the top of the multiplication
table. “ Hold ! ” it cried. “ She is a lovely
and defenceless creature, and you toueh a
hair of her head and I ’ll give it you.”
PUNCII, OR THE LONDON CHAKIVAPL
191
OUR BOYS’ NOVELIST.
BEING STORIES OF WILD SPORT AND STIRRING ADYENTURE, FOR THE AMUSEMENT AND INSTRUCTION OF
THE YOUTHS OF ALL NATIONS.
WET BOB:
OR,
THE ADYENTURES OF A LITTLE ETON BOY AMONGST TIIE HOTWHATA CANNIBALS.
(.By the Author of “ The Three Young Benchers, cmd Hoio they all Got the Woolsadc,'"
“ From Back Yard to Yard-arm,” Ac., Ac.)
CHAP. I.
OUR HERO RESCUES HIS FIBST CAPTIA rE.
“Oh, spare me, Sir! ” cried the lovely
Eastern girl, throwing up her jewelled arms,
^ and at the same time sutiering her wealth oi
! golden hair to fall in large huge coils all
| over the tloor of the Upper Fifth class-room.
; ■ Spare me, this time, and I’ll never do it
| again! ”
! She was a mere child of nineteen, and had
} been found that morning wandering about,
} with a pretty pout on her mouth and all the
i witchery of a dark race in her beautiful eyes,
on the staircases of several of the dames’
; houses.
! Her story was an extremely common one.
i Her mother had been a Circassian, and her
| father a Minor Canon. But owing to a
} Bishop’s charge, he had one day gone off
quite suddenly bv himself, and they never
| saw him again. fler mother, however, knew
that he was a big gun, and so she worked her
little daughter a small Percussion cap.
When she got bigger, the wild street Arabs
pointed at her, and called her “ the fair
Perkussian.” This name had followed her.
So she arrived at Eton.
“I am seeking,” she said, “a long-lost
Oriental second cousin.”
_ The Provost was not satisfied with this
simple tale.
“ Non tali ingenio,” he said, quoting freely
from the classics, and at the same time pro-
ducing a stout ordinary regulation cat-o’-nine-
tails, “ though our great school, young per-
son, is, I am proud to say, Cosmopolitan in
its character, and a glance at that form will
show you that even far Mexico sends us its
: Youthful Pen-and-Ineas.”
“ And lively Spain her coming lloppy-
Dons?” asked the trembling girl, interested.
She knew that at the last Athletic Sports
the best jump had fallen to a leaping Pole,
wliile the cream of the present year’s Eight
was composed entirely of Tartars, every one
of them a thorough water Khan. She had
hoped therefore to find her relative.
But the Provost merely bared his hrawny
arm to administer the usual punishment,
while the boys of the Upper Fifth, who were
accustomed to such scenes, whispered to each
other that she was a “ neat little filly.”
“ Oh, Sir,” she exclaimed, “I have but
one wish-”
“ So has the cat,” interrupted the Pro-
vost, brutally, as he whirled the instrument
of punishment round his head, causing it to
express a very decided whish of its own.
“ And now—whish !—you mav get it! ”
But, as the stroke descended, with the
quickness of lightning another figure sprang
suddenly on to the top of the multiplication
table. “ Hold ! ” it cried. “ She is a lovely
and defenceless creature, and you toueh a
hair of her head and I ’ll give it you.”