1 Ulysses
He deposited the quid in his gob and, chewing and with
some slow stammers, proceeded:
—We come up this morning eleven o’clock. The three-
master Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks. I shipped to
get over. Paid off this afternoon. There’s my discharge. See?
D. B. Murphy. A. B. S.
In confirmation of which statement he extricated from
an inside pocket and handed to his neighbour a not very
cleanlooking folded document.
—You must have seen a fair share of the world, the keep-
er remarked, leaning on the counter.
—Why, the sailor answered upon reflection upon it, I’ve
circumnavigated a bit since I first joined on. I was in the Red
Sea. I was in China and North America and South America.
We was chased by pirates one voyage. I seen icebergs plenty,
growlers. I was in Stockholm and the Black Sea, the Darda-
nelles under Captain Dalton, the best bloody man that ever
scuttled a ship. I seen Russia. Gospodi pomilyou. That’s how
the Russians prays.
—You seen queer sights, don’t be talking, put in a jar-
vey.
—Why, the sailor said, shifting his partially chewed plug.
I seen queer things too, ups and downs. I seen a crocodile
bite the fluke of an anchor same as I chew that quid.
He took out of his mouth the pulpy quid and, lodging it
between his teeth, bit ferociously:
—Khaan! Like that. And I seen maneaters in Peru that
eats corpses and the livers of horses. Look here. Here they
are. A friend of mine sent me.