William Henry Giles Kingston

Ben Burton William Henry Giles Kingston

Publisher Marketing: Dick Burton, you're a daddy Polly's been and got a baby for you, old boy exclaimed several voices, as the said Dick mounted the side of the old Boreas, on the books of which ship he was rated as a quarter-master, he having just then returned from a pleasant little cutting-out expedition, where he had obtained, besides honour and glory, a gash on the cheek, a bullet through the shoulder, and a prong from a pike in the side. Me a what? he inquired, bending his head forward with a look of incredulity, and mechanically hitching up his trousers. Me a daddy? On course it's a boy? Polly wouldn't go for to get a girl, a poor little helpless girl, out in these outlandish parts. On course, Dick, it's a boy, a fine big, walloping younker, too. Why bless ye, Quacko ain't no way to be compared to him, especially when he sings out, which he can do already, loud enough to drown the bo'sun's whistle, let me tell you, was the reply to Dick Burton's last question.