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Facing the World

Chapter 9 THE PASSENGERS

Word Count: 1952    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

and never having in that time met a serious disaster. It was a sailing vessel, and primarily intended to convey freight, but had accommoda

usement, and though he treated him with outward respect, mentally voted him very soft. Fifth on the list was a tall, sallow, thin individual, with a melancholy countenance, who was troubled with numerous symptoms, and was persuaded that he had not long to live. He was from Pennsylvania. He carried with him in his trunk a large assortment of pills and liquid medicines, one or another of which he took abou

k, after a good dinner, and saw the dudish passenger, till now invisible, holding himself steady w

el, Mr. Clinto

ght it was such a bore, crossing the ocean, don't you know. I've a great idea

ny land, Mr. Clinton. I think you

his eyes rested on the melancholy countenan

," said our hero. "I hope

me on board," responded Mr. Timmins, gloo

uired Montgomery

bring my box of Remedial pills. I don

downstairs," said Clinton. "You're w

hinking of, young man? Do you think

an't tell, do

ot five other kinds of pills downstairs, for different maladies I am

re seasickness?" ask

, Mr. Clinton," said Mr. Holdfast, the m

be really grateful, I assure you, i

h square," said the mate gravely, "and follow

ng very pale. "It actually makes me sick to think of it, don't you kno

id Mr. Timmins. "He knows no

Timmins," said

life has been saved s

r live wit

shook his head a

g after him. "I'd rather go to Davy's locker, and be don

said a newcomer, in a nasal voic

oice of the Yankee inv

ve had very li

n I have time-a kind of a self-acting, automati

Mr. Stubbs. Poor Mr. Clinton wo

er with an eyeglass and spindle leg

nt than use," answ

ud guffaw, and regarded Ha

All had become acquainted, and settled down to a regular routine. But the time dragged, and

he professor, "

it, pro

on for the benefit of our fe

dy to do

l speak to

eck of the Nantucket, at which all who could possibly be spared were present. To some of the sailors it was a novel

at, Mr. Clinton?" he ask

fessor," drawle

r took it, a

ere is nothing i

, I don't carry things i

Hemenway drew out of the hat half a dozen oni

mistaken," he said. "I see you

d at the horrified

how those horrid things cam

onions, Mr. Clint

a new suit of clothes!" pr

the professor, politely. "I suppose you want the

Clinton, very much embarrassed. "Here,

addressed accepted

" he said, "If so be as

, my good man. I never

said Mr. Stubbs. "An onion, let me tell you

ng by request, and no part of the performance was m

ke a nightingale, don't you kn

so absorbed in your song that I have

est compliment I have received

ty years of age, and had been in service ever since he was fifteen. He was a thorough sailor, and fitted in every way but one to

that he indulged his appetite. He kept a private store of liquors in his cabin, and had recourse to them wh

t at sea, one day, when a thick voice greeted them, "Good-mo

anged a significant glance wh

sor Hemenway, "it is i

e this, Harry," s

ity any gentleman sh

t Captain Hill should so sin against his own health, but we must consider furthermore,

erstand his busi

a vessel when he allows liquor to rob him of his senses. I wis

e you h

self on board the Nantucket

nly an excep

us ho

m the young dude, Montgomery Clinton, was pacing the deck, carrying in his hand a rattan cane such as he used on shore. As he overhauled him, Captain Hill, with the instinct of a drunken man, locked arms with the young man, and f

the captain, who, in losing his equilibrium, also upset Clinton, and the

earing that he might fall again into the clutches of his unwelcome companion. The

d, professor," said Mr. Stubbs, wh

t," answered Pro

ften it'll be a ba

am thinking

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