Byembye

We wuz in harbor one day, in some islan's some'eres or uther way off some'eres, an' they wuz workin' us like dogs agittin' the cargo in. An' I got tired mos' ter death, an' I sneaked off inter the cutter they had tied ter the stern, an' went ter sleep. Well byembye I hears an awful racket, an' there wuz the Cap'n, acussin' somethin' awful as he pulled me in.

"Yore a soight fer sore heyes," quoth he. "Have you got sore eyes, Bobball? I am sorry. You ought to go to the chemist, and " "No, Missy. I'll go to the Canteen an' wash away all sech sorrers, byembye. Better'n the chimist," interrupted Bobball.

"Then this ain't no place for you," remarked Private Piggott. "They'll be 'aving a shot at us byembye, then you'll catch it again. What d'yer come 'ere for?"