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Sometimes
he
could
be
persuaded
to
oral
construction
of
his
voyages
into
the
informal
and
egregious
.
To-night
there
were
symptoms
of
divulgement
in
him
.
"
'
Tis
elegant
weather
for
filibusterin
'
,
"
he
volunteered
.
"
It
reminds
me
of
the
time
I
struggled
to
liberate
a
nation
from
the
poisonous
breath
of
a
tyrant
's
clutch
.
'
Twas
hard
work
.
'
Tis
strainin
'
to
the
back
and
makes
corns
on
the
hands
.
"
"
I
did
n't
know
you
had
ever
lent
your
sword
to
an
oppressed
people
,
"
murmured
Atwood
,
from
the
grass
.
"
I
did
,
"
said
Clancy
;
"
and
they
turned
it
into
a
ploughshare
.
"
"
What
country
was
so
fortunate
as
to
secure
your
aid
?
"
airily
inquired
Blanchard
.
"
Where
's
Kamchatka
?
"
asked
Clancy
,
with
seeming
irrelevance
.
"
Why
,
off
Siberia
somewhere
in
the
Arctic
regions
,
"
somebody
answered
,
doubtfully
.
"
I
thought
that
was
the
cold
one
,
"
said
Clancy
,
with
a
satisfied
nod
.
"
I
'm
always
gettin
'
the
two
names
mixed
.
'
Twas
Guatemala
,
then
--
the
hot
one
--
I
've
been
filibusterin
'
with
.
Ye
'll
find
that
country
on
the
map
.
'
Tis
in
the
district
known
as
the
tropics
.
By
the
foresight
of
Providence
,
it
lies
on
the
coast
so
the
geography
man
could
run
the
names
of
the
towns
off
into
the
water
.
They
're
an
inch
long
,
small
type
,
composed
of
Spanish
dialects
,
and
,
'
tis
my
opinion
,
of
the
same
system
of
syntax
that
blew
up
the
Maine
.
Yes
,
'
twas
that
country
I
sailed
against
,
single-handed
,
and
endeavoured
to
liberate
it
from
a
tyrannical
government
with
a
single-barreled
pickaxe
,
unloaded
at
that
.
Ye
do
n't
understand
,
of
course
.
'
Tis
a
statement
demandin
'
elucidation
and
apologies
.
"
'
Twas
in
New
Orleans
one
morning
about
the
first
of
June
;
I
was
standin
'
down
on
the
wharf
,
lookin
'
about
at
the
ships
in
the
river
.
There
was
a
little
steamer
moored
right
opposite
me
that
seemed
about
ready
to
sail
.
The
funnels
of
it
were
throwin
'
out
smoke
,
and
a
gang
of
roustabouts
were
carryin
'
aboard
a
pile
of
boxes
that
was
stacked
up
on
the
wharf
.
The
boxes
were
about
two
feet
square
,
and
somethin'
like
four
feet
long
,
and
they
seemed
to
be
pretty
heavy
.
