"Arter three days had passed, and the thing was still follering us,
everybody made certain of taking it to New York, an' I b'leeve if it
hadn't been for Joe Cooper the question about the sea-sarpint would ha'
been settled long ago. He was a most eggstraordinary ugly chap was Joe.
He had a perfic cartoon of a face, an' he was so delikit-minded and
sensitive about it that if a chap only stopped in the street and
whistled as he passed him, or pointed him out to a friend, he didn't
like it. He told me once when I was symperthizing with him, that the
only time a woman ever spoke civilly to him was one night down Poplar
way in a fog, an' he was so 'appy about it that they both walked into
the canal afore he knew where they was.
"On the fourth morning, when we was only about three days from Sandy
Hook, the skipper got out o' bed wrong side, an' when he went on deck he
was ready to snap at anybody, an' as luck would have it, as he walked a
bit forrard, he sees Joe a-sticking his phiz over the side looking at
the sarpint.
"'What the d-- are you doing?' shouts the skipper, 'What do you mean by
it?'
"'Mean by what, sir?' asks Joe.
"'Putting your black ugly face over the side o' the ship an' frightening
my sea-sarpint!' bellows the skipper, 'You know how easy it's skeered.
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