"Hould on!" shouted he; "hould on, will yous, and take on this bit of a
box?"
"Does it belong with the others?" asked the captain.
"To be sure it does," replied Pat. "What the divil else does it belong
to? Arn't it the body of Captain Farrell, long life to his honor! going
home to see his frinds?"
"Take it aboard," said Captain Brawler to the deck hands, after
examining the direction.
The men lifted the box rather rudely, in a manner which seemed to hurt
poor Pat's feelings.
"Bad luck to yous! where were you born, to handle the body of a dead man
the like o' that?" said he. "Have yous no rispict for the mim'ry of a
haro, that yous trate his ramains so ongintlemanly? Hould up your ind,
darlint, and walk aisy wid it!"
"Lively there," cried Captain Drawler, "lively, men!"
"Bad luck to your soul for a blackguard, as ye are!" shouted Pat. "Where
did you lave your pathriotism?"
The box was by this time on deck, and the captain, to do him justice,
made all haste to proceed on his voyage.
The cases containing the remains of the officers were deposited in the
after part of the hold, to which access was had by means of a hatch near
the stern.
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