Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 19, August 6, 1870 by Various
page 54 of 75 (72%)
page 54 of 75 (72%)
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Now the rocks were comparatively near, and standing up to his knees in water, Mr. P. gave the appropriate heart-rending cry for succor. But in spite of the prevailing calm, he perceived that there was a surf upon the rocks, and a noise of many waters. At the top of his voice Mr. P. again shouted. "Hello, IDA!" But he soon found that he would have to hello longer as well as hello IDA, and he did it. At last she heard him. Dropping her work-basket, she ran to the edge of the rock, and making a trumpet of her hands, called out: "Ahoy there! What's up?" "Me!" answered Mr. P., "but I won't be up very long. Haste to my assistance, oh maiden! ere I sink!" Then she shouted again: "I've got no boat! It's over to MCCURDY's, getting caulked!" No boat! Then indeed did Mr. P. turn pale, and his knees did tremble. |
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