"Oh, how it makes me feel to hear dose oxpressions!--"

--"still say to himself again as he had, said a hundred times before, the

art of the Saltmarsh-Handel is an art apart, there is nothing in the

heavens above or in the earth beneath that resembles it,--"

Py chiminy, nur horen Sie einmal! In my life day haf I never heard so

brecious worts."

"So I talked him out of the hack, Mr. Tracy, and he let up on that, and

said put in a hearse, then--because he's chief mate of a hearse but don't

own it--stands a watch for wages, you know. But I can't do a hearse any

more than I can a hack; so here we are--becalmed, you see. And it's the

same with women and such. They come and they want a little johnry

picture--"

It's the accessories that make it a 'genre?'"

Yes--cannon, or cat, or any little thing like that, that you heave into

whoop up the effect. We could do a prodigious trade with the women if we

could foreground the things they like, but they don't give a damn for

artillery. Mine's the lack," continued the captain with a sigh, "Andy's

end of the business is all right I tell you he's an artist from way

back!"

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