Many Cargoes by W. W. Jacobs
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studying it while folks is at their food, it's more than a Christian man
can stand.' "'That's nothing,' ses the fust mate, who had sailed with the barque afore. 'He's half crazy on doctoring. We nearly had a mutiny aboard once owing to his wanting to hold a post-mortem on a man what fell from the mast-head. Wanted to see what the poor feller died of.' "'I call it unwholesome,' ses the second mate very savage.' He offered me a pill at breakfast the size of a small marble; quite put me off my feed, it did.' "Of course, the skipper's fad soon got known for'ard. But I didn't think much about it, till one day I seed old Dan'l Dennis sitting on a locker reading. Every now and then he'd shut the book, an' look up, closing 'is eyes, an' moving his lips like a hen drinking, an' then look down at the book again. "'Why, Dan,' I ses, 'what's up? you ain't larning lessons at your time o' life?' "'Yes, I am,' ses Dan very soft. 'You might hear me say it, it's this one about heart disease.' "He hands over the book, which was stuck full o' all kinds o' diseases, and winks at me 'ard. "'Picked it up on a book-stall,' he ses; then he shut 'is eyes an' said his piece wonderful. It made me quite queer to listen to 'im. 'That's how I feel,' ses he, when he'd finished. 'Just strength enough to get to |
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