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I dont like your looks, thought Jackwe shall never be friends. But here Jack fell into the common error of judging by appearances, as will be proved hereafter. Im glad to see you up again, youngster, said Jolliffe; youve been on your beam ends longer than usual, but those who are strongest suffer mostyou made your mind up but late to come to sea. However, they say, Better late than never. I feel very much inclined to argue the truth of that saying, replied Jack; but its no use just now. Im terribly hungrywhen shall I get some breakfast? Tomorrow morning at halfpast eight, replied Mr. Jolliffe. Breakfast for today has been over these two hours. But must I then go without? No, I do not say that, as we must make allowances for your illness; but it will not be breakfast. Call it what you please, replied Jack, only pray desire the servants to give me something to eat. Dry toast or muffinsanything will do, but I should prefer coffee. You forget that you are off Finisterre, in a midshipmans berth: coffee we have nonemuffins we never seedry toast cannot be made, as we have no soft bread; but a cup of tea, and ships biscuit and butter, I can desire the steward to get ready for you. Well, then, replied Jack, I will thank you to procure me that. Marine, cried Jolliffe, call Mesty. Pass the word for Mesty, cried the marineand the two syllables were handed forward until lost in the fore part of the vessel. The person so named must be introduced to the reader. He was a curious anomalya black man who had been brought to America as a slave, and there sold. He was a very tall, sparebuilt, yet muscular form, and had a face by no means common with his race. His head was long and narrow, high cheekbones from whence his face descended down to almost a point at the chin; his nose was very small, but it was straight and almost Roman; his mouth also was unusually small; and his lips thin for an African; his teeth very white, and filed to sharp points. He claimed the rank of prince in his own country, with what truth could not of course be substantiated. His master had settled at New York, and there Mesty had learned English, if it could be so called: the fact is, that all the emigrant labourers at New York being Irishmen, he had learned English with the strong brogue and peculiar phraseology of the sister kingdom dashed with a little Yankeeism. Having been told that there was no slavery in England, Mesty had concealed himself on board an English merchant vessel, and escaped. On his arrival in England he had entered on board of a manofwar. Having no name, it was necessary to christen him on the ships books, and the firstlieutenant who had entered him, struck with his remarkable expression of countenance, and being a German scholar, had named him Mephistopheles Faust, from whence his christian name had been razéed to Mesty. Mesty in other points was an eccentric character; at one moment, when he remembered his lineage, he was proud to excess, at others he was grave and almost sullenbut when nothing either in daily occurrences or in his mind ran contrary, he exhibited the drollery so often found in his nation, with a spice of Irish humour, as if he had caught up the latter with his Irish brogue. Mesty was soon seen coming aft, but almost double as he couched under the beams, and taking large strides with his naked feet. |
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