There was
a platform put up on the Plaza, and I heard Flannagan making a speech
there, in which the feeling was eloquent, and the languages as they
came along. The tin-type man, under the platform, was taking tin-types
to make a man remember how he was depraved. David's spots were
running with the heat, but he scratched them and made no trouble. The
Japanese sat on their heels and smiled.
"For a thousand years," says Flannagan, "by the imerald seas of the
Orient, have the ancesthors of me frinds on me right developed the
soopleness of limb an' the art that is becalled by the Mahatmas an'
thim Boodhists 'the art of the symbolical attichude,' as discovered
and practised in the Injian Ocean's coral isles, which by the same
they do expriss their feelin's till ye get a mysthical pain in your
stomick wid lookin' at 'em. 'Twas so done," he says, "by the imerald
seas of the Orient."
That evening they came secretly aboard, Flannagan and the Company,
and with them Bill and Madame Bill. We weighed anchor the next
morning, and got away. The Bill family became an addition and a
credit to the Flannagan and Imperial, as it turned out.
CHAPTER XIII.
FLANNAGAN AND STEVEY TODD--CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM RETURNS TO GREENOUGH--
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