But it's never acted other than
respectable since that time. I never agreed with Clyde in argument,
more than did Stevey Todd. A man falls in with various folks by sea
and land, and he finds many that are made up of ill-fitting parts.
Clyde was an odd man and a bold one, though old and dry. Monson I
took for a loud and joyful one, simple and open in his mind, and
violent in his habits and free of language, and yet he acted to me
both secret and moderate, and I guess I mistook him.
Stevey Todd and I went to sea again in the coasting trade, and
mainly to the south, and saw the coasts and parts we knew in the
_Hebe Maitland_ days. So I passed several years more.
CHAPTER XII.
THE FLANNAGAN AND IMPERIAL--CONTINUING THE NARRATIVE.
I was taking a cargo of machinery and carts one time to the city of
Tampico in Mexico, and from there I was to go for return cargo to a
little republic to the south that we'll call Guadaloupe, whose
capital city we'll call Rosalia. The real names of them sounded that
way, soft and sleepy, and warm and sweet, like hot waffles and honey.
According to reputation it was a place where revolutions were billed
for Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and the other days left for
siestas and argument.
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