9. THEY THERE KIDS 



*D*** an' ***** they there ****** kids — that 

 ever I should be so wicked as to say so ! They 

 comes an' rides about the boats, an' don't take a 

 bit o' notice o'ee when you speaks to 'em. Aye ! 

 answers o'ee back wi' their chake, they do, how- 

 ever civil you tells 'em o'it. Pounds' wuth o' 

 damage they does. Lookse ! There they be ! 

 At it again, after all I've a-said to 'em. Git out 

 o'it, you ****** little ******* (God forgie me 

 for talking like it!), or, by ******^ PH pick up a 

 rope's-end an' lay it about thee till thee casn' sit 

 down for a week; an' then thee ca'st go'n tell thy 

 father, an' I'll settle wi' he, too, if 'er wants it. 

 Now, then ! None o' your chake ! As for thic 

 there Mr. Silverpoll. . . . Fair knock-out he is ! 

 If I was his father. . . . But, there, 'tisn't no use 

 saying ort. Might so well talk to Blowhole Rock 

 as to they there kids. They got the advantage 



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