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two women
worked at the bundles an' thrunks was a caution! I was dyin' to help,
but, seein' I didn't want to be known, I sat wid the blanket roun' me an'
coughed an' thanked the Saints there was no moon that night.
'Whin all was in the house again, I niver asked for bukshish but dhruv
tremenjus in the opp'site way from the other carr'ge an' put out my
lights. Presintly, I saw a naygur man wallowin' in the road. I slipped
down before I got to him, for I suspicioned Providence was wid me all
through that night. 'Twas Jungi, his nose smashed in flat, all dumb sick
as you please. Dennis's man must have tilted him out av the thrap.
Whin he came to, "Hutt!" sez I, but he began to howl.
'"You black lump av dirt," I sez, "is this the way you dhrive your gharri?
That tikka has been owin' an' fere-owin' all over the bloomin' country
this whole bloomin' night, an' you as mut-walla as Davey's sow. Get up,
you hog!" sez I, louder, for I heard the wheels av a thrap in the dark;
"get up an' light your lamps, or you'll be run into!" This was on the road
to the Railway Station.

'"Fwhat the divil's this?" sez the Capt'n's voice in the dhark, an' I could
judge he was in a lather av rage.
'"Gharri dhriver here, dhrunk, Sorr," sez I; "I've found his gharri
sthrayin' about cantonmints, an' now I've found him."
'"Oh!" sez the Capt'n; "fwhat's his name?" I stooped down an'
pretended to listen.
'"He sez his name's Jungi, Sorr," sez I.
'"Hould my harse," sez the Capt'n to his man, an' wid that he gets down
wid the whip an' lays into Jungi, just mad wid rage an' swearin' like the
scutt he was.
'I thought, afther a while, he wud kill the man, so I sez:--"Stop, Sorr, or
you'll, murdher him!" That dhrew all his fire on me, an' he cursed me
into Blazes, an' out again. I stud to attenshin an' saluted:-- "Sorr," sez I,
"av ivry man in this wurruld had his rights, I'm thinkin' that more than
wan wud be beaten to a jelly for this night's work--that niver came off
at all, Sorr, as you see?" "Now," thinks I to myself, "Terence Mulvaney,
you've cut your own throat, for he'll sthrike, an' you'll knock him down
for the good av his sowl an' your own iverlastin' dishgrace!"
'But the Capt'n niver said a single wurrd. He choked where he stud, an'
thin he went into his thrap widout sayin' good-night, an' I wint back to
barricks.'
'And then?' said Ortheris and I together.
'That was all,' said Mulvaney; 'niver another word did I hear av the
whole thing. All I know was that there was no e-vasion, an' that was
fwhat I wanted. Now, I put ut to you, Sorr, is ten days' C. B. a fit an' a
proper tratement for a man who has behaved as me?'
'Well, any'ow,' said Ortheris,'tweren't this 'ere Colonel's daughter, an'
you was blazin' copped when you tried to wash in the Fort Ditch.'

'That,' said Mulvaney, finishing the champagne, 'is a shuparfluous an'
impert'nint observation.'

OF THOSE CALLED
[Footnote: 1895]
We were wallowing through the China Seas in a dense fog, the horn
blowing every two minutes for the benefit of the fishery craft that
crowded the waterways. From the bridge the fo'c'sle was invisible;
from the hand-wheel at the stern the captain's cabin. The fog held
possession of everything--the pearly white fog. Once or twice when it
tried to lift, we saw a glimpse of the oily sea, the flitting vision of a
junk's sail spread in the vain hope of catching the breeze, or the buoys
of a line of nets. Somewhere close to us lay the land, but it might have
been the Kurile Islands for aught we knew. Very early in the morning
there passed us, not a cable's-length away, but as unseen as the spirits
of the dead, a steamer of the same line as ours. She howled
melodiously in answer to our bellowing, and passed on.
'Suppose she had hit us,' said a man from Saigon. 'Then we should have
gone down,' answered the chief officer sweetly. 'Beastly thing to go
down in a fog,' said a young gentleman who was travelling for pleasure.
'Chokes a man both ways, y' know.' We were comfortably gathered in
the smoking-room, the weather being too cold to venture on the deck.
Conversation naturally turned upon accidents of fog, the horn tooting
significantly in the pauses between the tales. I heard of the wreck of the
Eric, the cutting down of the Strathnairn within half a mile of harbour,
and the carrying away