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"
I
wisht
I
lived
then
.
Pirate
ships
.
Oh
boy
!
Bang
-
bang
!
Strike
your
colors
!
Pots
of
gold
and
ladies
in
silk
dresses
and
jewels
.
I
sure
wisht
I
lived
then
.
Some
of
our
folks
done
—
did
it
.
You
said
so
yourself
.
"
"
Kind
of
genteel
piracy
—
they
called
them
privateers
.
I
guess
it
wasn
’
t
as
sweet
as
it
sounds
from
a
distance
.
Salt
beef
and
biscuit
.
There
was
scurvy
on
the
earth
in
those
days
too
.
"
"
I
wouldn
’
t
mind
that
.
I
’
d
get
the
gold
and
bring
it
home
.
I
guess
they
won
’
t
let
you
do
it
any
more
.
"
"
No
—
it
’
s
bigger
and
better
organized
now
.
They
call
it
diplomacy
.
"
"
There
’
s
a
boy
in
our
school
that
won
two
television
prizes
—
fifty
dollars
and
two
hundred
dollars
.
How
’
s
that
?
"
"
He
must
be
smart
.
"
"
Him
?
Course
not
.
It
’
s
a
trick
,
he
says
.
You
got
to
learn
the
trick
and
then
you
get
a
gimmick
.
"
"
Gimmick
?
"
"
Sure
—
like
you
’
re
a
cripple
or
you
support
your
old
mother
raising
frogs
.
That
gives
you
audience
interest
so
they
choose
you
.
He
’
s
got
a
magazine
with
every
contest
in
the
whole
country
in
it
.
Can
I
get
one
of
those
magazines
,
Pop
?
"
"
Well
,
piracy
is
out
,
but
I
guess
the
impulse
lingers
.
"
