RUDDER SIMPSON, MYSELF 

 AND THE PERSONAGE. 



' Strangers in strange places should always be strangers." 



— Ruth Ashmore. 



" 'Taint much like a New Bedford Sunday, eh 

 boy?" 



" Not by a long sea mile ! " 



" Church in the morning — Holy Joe in his 

 heavenly togs. Bull-fight in the afternoon — 

 Holy Joe on deck with blood in his for'ard lights, 

 b'gawsh ! Granny Howland ! what a crew these 

 here heathen Chilenos be ! Eh, boy ? " 



" Pious, though." 



"Eh?" 



" Pious, Rudder, pious as a saint in a stained- 

 glass window. I was on shore yesterday ; and 

 Rudder, you ought to've seen the turn-out. Beats 

 man-o'-war's men at quarters. Pretty as a New 

 Bedford Fourth-o'-July. Long strings o' priests 

 and such ; big crew o' sogers ; band o' music ; 

 flags and candles; and all the dagoes in Talca- 

 huano turned loose and shouting Spanish so I 

 thought they'd bust an oar — sure ! I gave 



