Australian Tales - Setis
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Australian Tales - Setis
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to see if it is sound; look at it and judge for yourself; taste it if you like.<br />
Now, gentlemen, with all faults, favour me with a bid, at per bushel;<br />
don't wait. At per bushel, what shall I say; favour me with a bid. Mr.<br />
Phungus, what do you say? it would suit you as a speculation; corn is<br />
worth five and ninepence in Sydney just now; come, gentlemen, fav —<br />
— ”<br />
“If you please, sir,” interrupted the little lisping man again, speaking<br />
with his mouth half-full of maize, “it tastes like bad nuts, soaked in sour<br />
beer. I don't think my pigs would like it.”<br />
“If you give your pigs that corn, Spikes, it will give 'em the measles,”<br />
said a greedy-looking man, who was afterwards observed to be the only<br />
person who really made a bid for the cargo, which was not badly<br />
damaged. “You had better be careful, or you won't save your bacon,<br />
Spikes, that musty corn would physic your swine, and make 'em squeak<br />
like bagpipes.”<br />
“Ah, I think I'll take your advice,” replied Mr. Spikes; “I shouldn't like<br />
to make my pigs unhealthy. You had better send it to Sydney to make<br />
coffee, sir,” he added, addressing the auctioneer, “it would make very<br />
good corffee, sir, I think.”<br />
Numerous sallies of wit, about equal to the above samples, were<br />
indulged in by one or other of the grinning group, to the prejudice of the<br />
salvage, and to the discomfiture of my crest-fallen friend, who felt as<br />
fidgety as an old lady in a menagerie, with all the monkeys loose; and,<br />
notwithstanding the auctioneer exerted his lungs to the utmost, and<br />
flourished his hammer most peruasively, only the man, beforementioned,<br />
bid for the cargo, a less sum than it had cost to get it on<br />
shore. Feeling certain that there was a combination among some of the<br />
bystanders to cheapen his corn, Mr. Guldman, much to their<br />
disappointment, withdrew the sale of it, and instructed the auctioneer to<br />
offer the vessel.<br />
“Ay, put up the ship,” roared a burly sea captain, with a head like a<br />
rock-cod; “put up the ship; she'll do for a coal hulk, if her back isn't<br />
broken, and if it is, she'll make a mud punt; I'll bid fifty pounds to start<br />
yer, I sha'n't lose much, if I am forced to break her up; though she's an<br />
old craft, with iron fastenings.”<br />
“You are mistaken, sir,” cried Mr. Guldman, excitedly, “she is only a<br />
five-year-old ship, and is copper-fastened throughout; she is well found,<br />
and is one of the fastest vessels on the coast.”<br />
“Yes, I'm sure she's a very nice ship, Captain Swob,” lisped little Mr.<br />
Spikes, with a look of virtuous reproach at the burly sailor for his<br />
depreciatory remarks. “She'd be a very pretty ship, indeed, if she was<br />
mended; I only wish my old uncle Bartimeus could see her, he'd give a<br />
thousand pounds, ready money, and be glad of the chance.”<br />
Amidst the depressing jibes and banter, the least exhibition of rational