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Captain Willum, thus appealed to, " guessed 

 he'd 'ave better luck next set snakes alive, if 

 he wouldn't." 



" Gentlemen strangers/' said the fine shot, 

 turning round to us, " you air Britishers, I 

 guess ? Wall, this ain't quite the amoosement 

 for you, but it air easy, and a licker up of cobler, 

 cock-tail, gin-sling, julep, or brandy smash, as- 

 sists very much at this air amoosement ; but I 

 calkerlate the thing to do the trick by is a plug 

 of old Virginni. We'll all licker up afresh, and 

 begin a new set. Hyar, garsong, you young 

 cuss, drinks all for the crowd." 



" It's no use, Harry," said my friend to me, 

 " we must swim with the stream ; these Yankee 

 skippers are not bad fellows in their way, but 

 I'm not going to have a set with them, or chew 

 a plug of old Virginia. We'll liquor up with 

 them as much as they like. Look here, my 

 friends," he continued, " I'll drink with you in 

 all good faith, but I can't squirt, or chew, and I 

 don't intend to try. Lord bless you," he re- 

 sumed, " if Sir Vincent was alive he'd lick you 

 all to chalks ; he could take a fly off his leader's 

 ear, or pass it through the key hole of the door, 



