Bartleby the Scrivener: A Tale of Wall Street
Bartleby the Scrivener: A Tale of Wall Street
Bartleby the Scrivener: A Tale of Wall Street
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BENITO CERENO 111<br />
like a man's, was manifest ; that boat, Rover by name,<br />
which, though now in strange seas, had <strong>of</strong>ten pressed <strong>the</strong><br />
beach <strong>of</strong> Captain Delano's home, and, brought<br />
to its<br />
threshold for repairs, had familiarly lain <strong>the</strong>re, as a Newfoundland<br />
dog ; <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> that household boat evoked<br />
a thousand trustful associations, which, contrasted with<br />
previous suspicions, filled him not only with lightsome<br />
confidence, but somehow with half-humorous selfreproaches<br />
at his former lack <strong>of</strong> it.<br />
'<br />
What, I, Amasa Delano—Jack <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Beach, as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
called me when a lad— I, Amasa ; <strong>the</strong> same that, duck-<br />
satchel in hand, used to paddle along <strong>the</strong> water-side to<br />
<strong>the</strong> school-house made from <strong>the</strong> old hulk— I, little Jack<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Beach, that used to go berrying with cousin Nat<br />
and <strong>the</strong> rest ; I to be murdered here at <strong>the</strong> ends <strong>of</strong> ]<br />
<strong>the</strong> earth, on board a haunted pirate-ship by a horrible<br />
Spaniard Who<br />
? Too nonsensical to think <strong>of</strong> !<br />
would<br />
murder Amasa Delano ? His conscience is clean. There<br />
is someone above. Fie, He, Jack <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Beach ! you<br />
are a child indeed ; a child <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> second childhood,<br />
old boy ; you are beginning to dote and drule, I 'm<br />
afraid.'<br />
Light <strong>of</strong> heart and foot, he stepped aft, and <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
met by Don Benito's servant, who, with a pleasing<br />
expression, responsive to his own present feelings, informed<br />
him that his master had recovered from <strong>the</strong><br />
effects <strong>of</strong> his coughing fit, and had just ordered him to<br />
go present his compliments to his good guest, Don<br />
Amasa, and say that he (Don Benito) would soon have<br />
<strong>the</strong> happiness to rejoin him.<br />
There now, do you mark that ? again thought Captain<br />
Delano, walking <strong>the</strong> poop. What a donkey I was.<br />
This kind gentleman who here sends me his kind compliments,<br />
he, but ten minutes ago, dark-lantern in hand,<br />
was dodging round some old grindstone in <strong>the</strong> hold,