I took him for one that had got too much
conscience, or too much restlessness, one of the two, and between
them they gave him dyspepsia of the soul. Sometimes that dyspepsia
took him bad, and when he had one of those spells he'd light out into
poetry scandalous. Some folks are built that way, some not. J. R.
Craney, for instance, he was a romantic man, and gifted according to
his own line, and had airy notions ahead of him that he pretty near
caught up to; but as to metres, he couldn't tell metres from cord-wood.
Yet the first time I saw him again, after leaving him at Corazon,
he heaved some at me, but he didn't know it was poetry. It was
some years later. I sailed the _Good Sister_ quite a time, and
did pretty well by her.
CHAPTER IX.
KING JULIUS.
It was back in San Francisco and several years after, and I was
master of the _Good Sister_ still, but not feeling agreeable at
the time, because Fu Shan and the agent at 'Frisco kept me sitting
around collecting barnacles. They didn't seem to know what they
wanted me to do with her. I guess the business of Sadler and Shan
didn't prosper well for a while after Sadler left, on account of
sportive Caucasians.
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