Jemima. " Garge ! Garge !"
George. " Hullo !"
Jem. "Come, git up !" ,
Geo. " Vich vay's de vin ?"
Jem. "Vy! vestly !"
George gets up growling ; dons his sea-boots and goes clumping down the court till the sound of his heavy boots is lost in the distance.
The house to which I wish to draw particular attention, because in it I passed some years of my boyish life, and saw during those years many incidents connected with smuggling, stood on the left hand. My father was a blacksmith, an excellent workman, and who, while he worked, worked hard, and when he drank, drank hard ; nevertheless with that draw-back he was a good father, for he took care that all his children should have as good an education as could be got in the schools of the day. He wanted no School-Board to spur him on in keeping his children to school, and he would have been a sharp boy who could have absented himself from school surreptitiously for a single half-day without my father soon finding him out.
You will say, " What has this to do with smuggling ?" My father supplemented his earnings, as indeed most working men did at that time, by going " looking out," i. e. waiting for the arrival of a smuggler's boat and goods, and assisting in conveying them to a place of safety.
