The South Sea Trader. 
3 X S 
“ Respect! ” And the clean-shaved, wrinkled 
features of the ex-man-o’-war’s man so darkened 
with rage and contempt that the naval officer’s 
smile of amusement gave place to a look of 
concern. “ Respect a man that will be a party 
to let a lot of blessed furriners insult me—me, 
an English sailor—in the streets of this town, 
and then, because they can’t fight, lay a com¬ 
plaint agin’ me in the Council’s (Consul’s) 
office. Look here, captain, I served with 
Admiral Cochrane in Chili, and I has a proper 
contempt for all furriners. I’m an old man, 
an’ an old fool—I gets drunk whenever I comes 
to town, and these Dutchmen insults me by 
sittin’ down by ’emselves an’ a-lookin’ at me— 
me, an Englishman—as if I was a naked 
kanaka. An’ whenever they does that I gets 
up an’ plugs ’em.” 
“ But that won’t do, B-” said the naval 
officer, severely. “ You must not take too much 
to drink, or you cannot keep out of trouble.” 
“Well, sir, I can’t forget I’m an Englishman. 
An’ this here Council has no more pluck in 
him than a cat. He’s fined me an’ fined me 
over and over again for usin’ what he says is 
insultin’ language to a lot of furriners, who, if 
