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Henty, G. A. (George Alfred), 1832-1902

"By Sheer Pluck, a Tale of the Ashanti War"

Den Sam caught up de
captain and ran along de wharf. Presently he heard a hail. 'All
right,' Sam said.
"'Am dat you, captain?' some one say.
"'Me got a captain here,' Sam say; 'you come and see wheder he
yours.'
"De men came up and look in de captain's face.
"'Hullo,' dey say; 'de captain am dead.'
"'Me no tink him dead,' I say. 'He had a fight, and Sam come to
him aid and beat de rascals off. You had better take him straight
on board de ship.'
"Dey put him in boat and Sam go wid him to ship. Dey examine de
wound and find it not bery serious. De captain was turning round
when dey struck, and de blow had glanced off, but it had made a ugly
gash; and what wid de surprise, and de loss ob blood, and knocking
him head on de wharf, and de liquor, de captain had lost his
consciousness. He soon come round, and Sam tell all about it. De
captain shake Sam's hand bery much and call him his preserver, and
ask what he do for him.
"'You take me out ob dis country,' me said, 'and Sam be grateful.'
"'Sartain, I will,' he said; 'and now what am de best ting to do?'
"'Me not stop on board now. Dey come and search de vessel for sure
in de morning. When de four white men found, me hope five, den dere
great rumpus.


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