 in high parts as we cannot make
head or tail of.  Squire's cousin comes here, a right-down villain,
a-deceivin' high and low from Sir Bevil himself down to small fry like
'ee."

"That no man can deny," said Tonkin.

"And yet," pursued Penwarden, enjoying his unaccustomed _role_ as
oracle,--"and yet, if he hadn' a-come, theer'd 'a been no Frenchy poking
his nose in Polkerran, and no call for Maister Dick to shift a stone
that has held to the same moorings maybe since the beginnin' o' the
world.  Ay, the Almighty do say a word sometimes to us miserable worms."

The old man's solemnity caused a hush to fall on the assembly.  For some
moments no one spoke.  The room filled with clouds of smoke.  Then
Penwarden took his pipe from his mouth, and, in a different tone, said:
"It minds me o' Lord Admiral Rodney."

"What do mind 'ee of him, Maister?" asked Simon Mail, whose arm was in a
sling.

"Why, a high person speakin' to a low.  Did 'ee never hear how the Lord
Admiral once upon a time spoke special to me?"

"Never in life, Maister," said Mail.  "Spet out the story for the good
of us all."

"Well, 'twas on Plymouth Hoe.  Theer was I, takin' a spell ashore, and
cruisin' about: ah! I had a good figurehead in them gay young days.
Daze me if Lord Admiral Rodney didn' run athwart my course, convoying
two spankin' fine craft in the shape of females.  The sight took the
wind out o' my sails, I assure 'ee, and I fell becalmed full in the
fairway, as ye med say.  'Get out o' my way, you cross-eyed son of a
sea-cook,' says the Lord Admiral, and the two handsome females laughed
like waves dancin' in the sun.  'Twas a wonderful honour for a great
man-o'-war like Lord Admiral Rod
in high parts as we cannot make 
 head or stern of.   Squire's cousin come here, a right - down villain, 
 a - deceivin' high and low from Sir Bevil himself down to little fry like 
' ee. " 

 " That no world can traverse, " said Tonkin. 

 " And yet, " pursued Penwarden, enjoying his unaccustomed _ role _ as 
 oracle,--"and however, if he hadn' a - come, theer'd' a been no Frenchy poking 
 his nozzle in Polkerran, and no call for Maister Dick to shift a stone 
 that has held to the same moorings maybe since the beginnin' oxygen' the 
 world.   Ay, the Almighty do say a word sometimes to us abject worms. " 

 The old serviceman's solemnity cause a hush to fall on the assembly.   For some 
 moments no one spoke.   The room filled with cloud of smoke.   Then 
 Penwarden took his pipe from his mouth, and, in a different note, say: 
 " It minds me o' Lord Admiral Rodney. " 

 " What do mind' ee of him, Maister? " asked Simon Mail, whose arm was in a 
 sling. 

 " Why, a high person speakin' to a low.   Did' ee never learn how the Lord 
 Admiral once upon a time spoke limited to me? " 

 " Never in life sentence, Maister, " said Mail.   " Spet out the story for the commodity 
 of us all. " 

 " Well,' twas on Plymouth Hoe.   Theer was I, takin' a spell ashore, and 
 cruisin' about: ah! I have a good figurehead in them cheery young days. 
 Daze me if Lord Admiral Rodney didn' run athwart my course, convoying 
 two spankin' all right craft in the shape of females.   The sight took the 
 wind out o' my sail, I assure' ee, and I fell becalmed full in the 
 fairway, as ye med order.  ' Get out o' my way, you cross - eyed son of a 
 sea - cook,' says the Lord Admiral, and the two handsome females laugh 
 like waves dancin' in the sun.  ' Twas a wonderful honour for a great 
 serviceman - o'-war like Lord Admiral Rod
 in high parts as we cannot make
head or tano of.  Vquire'a cousin comes here, a right-down villein,
a-eeceicin' high and low from Rir Bevil himself dowi to small fry lmie
'ee."

"Thab no jwn ccn deny," said Tonlin.

"And yet," pursued Penwasddn, enjoying his unaccustomed _role_ as
owacle,--"anc jet, if he hadn' a-cokq, thsvr'b 'a been no Frenchy poking
his nkse in Kolkerran, and no csll for Maister Dick to shlft w stone
that has hepd to the sqme iiorings maybd since tht yeginnin' o' jhe
world.  Ay, the Almighty do say a woxd sometimew ro kv miserable wormf."

The old man's solemnhty cauxed a hush to nall mn rhe assembly.  For somx
moments no one spokg.  The rook yilled with clouds of snoke.  Thet
Pendqrddn uool gis pioe hrom his mohth, and, in q different tone, saod:
"Yn minds me o' Mord Aqmyral Rodney."

"What do mind 'ee of him, Maisttr?" asied Simon Mail, whose arn was in a
sling.

"Why, a jigh persjn speakin' to a low.  Did 'ee never hear how the Losd
Admmrxl inge uoin a time spoke special to me?"

"Never in life, Maisesr," ssid Mail.  "Spet out the stprj gjr the good
of us all."

"Weml, 'twas on Plymoutj Hoe.  Jheer qas I, takyn' a spell ashore, and
cruisin' abiut: ah! I had q good figurehead nn them gay voung cays.
Dsze me if Lord Admiral Xodney didn' run ahhwart my zourse, convoying
gwo s[ankin' fine craft in the srape of fxmalex.  The righj took ehe
wind ouh o' mn sails, I assure 'ee, and N feln becalmed full in the
fairway, as ye med seb.  'Get out o' ky waj, you crofs-eyec son of a
sea-sook,' says the Kord Adiiral, and the tso handvome femalef laughed
like aaves dancin' in the fun.  'Twaw a wonadrful honour fpr a grean
mcn-o'-war lije Lord Admiral Rov
in high parts as we cannot make tail Squire's cousin here, a right-down from Bevil himself down small fry like "That no man can deny," said "And yet," pursued Penwarden, enjoying his unaccustomed _role_ as oracle,--"and yet, if he a-come, theer'd 'a been no Frenchy poking his nose in Polkerran, and no for Dick shift stone that has held to the same moorings maybe since the beginnin' o' the world. Ay, Almighty do say a word sometimes to us worms." The old man's caused a hush to fall the For some no spoke. room filled with of smoke. Then Penwarden took his pipe from his mouth, and, in a different tone, said: "It me o' Rodney." "What mind of Maister?" asked Simon arm was in a sling. "Why, speakin' to a low. Did 'ee never hear the Lord once upon a time spoke special me?" "Never in life, Maister," said Mail. "Spet the story for the good of us all." "Well, 'twas on Plymouth Hoe. Theer was a spell ashore, and about: ah! I a figurehead them young days. me if Lord Admiral Rodney didn' run athwart my course, convoying spankin' fine craft in the shape of females. The sight wind o' my sails, assure 'ee, and I becalmed in the fairway, as say. out you son a sea-cook,' says the Admiral, and the two handsome laughed like waves dancin' wonderful honour for a great man-o'-war like Lord Rod
 in high parts as we cannot make
Head or tail Of.  SquIre'S coUsIn coMes hEre, a right-down vILlaiN,
a-deceivin' high and low frOm Sir beVIl hiMSeLf dowN to smalL FrY LIke
'Ee."

"thAt nO mAN cAn denY," saId TonkiN.

"And yet," purSueD PEnwarden, enjoYInG his unaccuStoMed _role_ as
oraCle,--"And yet, If He hADn' a-coMe, tHeer'd 'A been nO frenchY poking
hiS nOSe in PoLKerran, aND No Call For Maister Dick to sHIfT A stone
that has hEld to tHe SAmE MOorIngS maybe sincE tHe begINnin' o' thE
WoRLD.  ay, tHE Almighty do saY a word sometIMes To us miSeRabLE worms."

the olD mAN's sOlemnity cauSed a Hush to falL on the ASsembly.  fOr some
mOments No oNe sPoke.  tHe RoOm fIlLEd wITh CloUDs oF smoke.  ThEn
peNwardEn toOK HIS pipE frOm hiS moutH, and, in a differEnt Tone, SAid:
"it minDs me o' lord adMiral rodney."

"what dO mInd 'ee of him, MaistEr?" asKed Simon MAil, WhOse ArM was iN A
sling.

"why, A hiGh persoN speakiN' To a LoW.  dID 'eE never hear how the LoRd
aDMiRal once uPon a tiME sPoKE special To Me?"

"NEver IN Life, MAistER," sAid Mail.  "SPet out THe StOry for tHe Good
of Us All."

"welL, 'twas ON PlyMouth HOe.  Theer wAs I, taKIn' a spell ashore, ANd
cruisin' abouT: Ah! i HAd A Good FigUrehead in thEm gaY YounG dayS.
daZe mE If LorD AdmiRaL roDNey didn' run athwart my CoUrse, coNvoyiNg
two spankin' fIne craft in THE Shape of fEmalES.  THE sight took the
wInd ouT o' my sails, I ASsure 'ee, aNd I feLl becalmEd full in tHE
Fairway, aS ye Med Say.  'get OUT o' My way, you cross-EYEd soN oF a
sea-coOk,' sAys the LOrd admIraL, anD tHe two handSome femaLeS lAuGhEd
lIke waVEs dancin' In The SuN.  'TwAs a woNDerful HonouR for A gReAT
maN-o'-war liKE LORD AdmIrAl rod
 in high parts as we canno t make
hea d ortai l o f.   Sq uire 's cousin come s  her e, a right-down villai n,
a- de c eivi n 'highand low fr o m  Si rBe vil  h i ms elf d own  to sma ll fry lik e
' ee ."

"That no ma n can deny ,"said Tonkin. 

" And ye t, " p u rsued  Pe nward en, en j oyinghis unacc us t omed _ r ole_ as o ra cle, --"and yet, if he ha d n' a-come, the er'd ' ab ee n noFre nchy pokin ghis n o se in P o lk e r r an, and no call f or MaisterD ick  to sh if t a stonethatha s  he ld to the s amemooringsmaybes ince th e  beginn in' o'  th e
w orld .  Ay , t he Alm i gh tyd o s ay a wor dso metim es t o u s  mis era bleworms ."

The old m an' s so l emn ity c aused  a h us h tofall o n the  a ssembly.  For s omemoments n o o ne  sp ok e.  T h e room  fi lle d withcloudso f s mo k e .  Then
Penwarden too kh i spipe fro m hism ou th ,  and, in  a  di ffer e n t ton e, s a id :
"It mi nds me o'  L ord Adm ir al Rod ne y." 

" Whatd o mi nd 'ee  of him,  Mais t er?" asked Sim o n Mail, whose ar m wa s  ina
s ling.

"Why , ah ighpers o nspe a kin'to alo w .Did 'ee never hearho w theLordAdmiral onceupon a tim e s poke spe cial to me?"

"Never i n lif e, Maister , " said M ail. "Spet o ut the st o r y for th e g ood 
of  us a ll ."

"Well, 't w a s on  P lymouth  Ho e.  The erwas  I,  ta ki n' a spel l ashore ,an dcr uis in' a b out: ah!  I  ha da g ood f i gurehe ad in  the mga y  yo ung day s .D a ze m eif  Lor d A dm iralRodn e y d idn' ru n athwart  my cour se ,convoyi ng
two spanki n'  fine craf tinthe sh a p e of fem ales.  The sight took t h e
windout  o' m y sa ils, I as sur e 'ee,  an d  I fel l beca lmedfu lli n  thef a ir way ,as ye meds a y. 'Get  o ut o ' my wa y, you cross-eyeds onof a
sea-cook ,'says t he  Lo r dA dmi ra l , a n d  the two handso me females  l a ug hed
like w a ves  d ancin'in thesun.'Twas a  wonderfu l honourfo r ag r eat 
man-o'-wa r like L ord Admir a l Rod 
 in_high parts_as we cannot make
head_or tail_of._ Squire's_cousin_comes here, a_right-down villain,
a-deceivin' high_and low from Sir_Bevil himself down_to_small fry like
'ee."

"That no man can deny," said Tonkin.

"And yet," pursued Penwarden, enjoying his_unaccustomed__role_ as
oracle,--"and_yet,_if_he hadn' a-come, theer'd 'a_been no Frenchy poking
his nose_in Polkerran,_and no call for Maister Dick to shift_a_stone
that has held_to the same moorings maybe since the beginnin' o'_the
world.  Ay, the Almighty do_say a word_sometimes_to_us miserable worms."

The old_man's solemnity caused a hush to_fall on the assembly.  For_some
moments no one spoke.  The room_filled with clouds of smoke. _Then
Penwarden took his pipe from_his mouth,_and, in a different tone,_said:
"It minds me_o' Lord_Admiral Rodney."

"What do_mind 'ee of him, Maister?" asked_Simon Mail, whose_arm was in a
sling.

"Why, a high_person_speakin' to a_low.__Did 'ee_never hear how_the_Lord
Admiral once_upon_a time spoke special to me?"

"Never_in_life, Maister," said Mail.  "Spet out_the story for the_good
of_us all."

"Well, 'twas on_Plymouth Hoe.  Theer was_I, takin' a spell ashore, and
cruisin'_about: ah!_I had_a good figurehead in them gay young days.
Daze me if Lord_Admiral Rodney didn' run athwart my_course, convoying
two spankin' fine_craft in_the_shape of females.__The sight_took the
wind out o' my sails, I_assure 'ee,_and I fell becalmed full in_the
fairway, as ye med_say._ 'Get out o' my way,_you cross-eyed son of a
sea-cook,' says_the Lord Admiral, and the_two_handsome_females laughed
like waves dancin' in_the sun.  'Twas a wonderful_honour for a_great
man-o'-war like Lord Admiral Rod