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           Tomehewasunweariedlykind,andalwaysgladtoseemeinthegalley,whichhekeptascleanasanewpin,thedisheshangingupburnishedandhisparrotinacageinonecorner.

           "Comeaway,Hawkins,"hewouldsay;"comeandhaveayarnwithJohn.Nobodymorewelcomethanyourself,myson.Sityoudownandhearthenews.Here’sCap’nFlint—IcallsmyparrotCap’nFlint,afterthefamousbuccaneer—here’sCap’nFlintpredictingsuccesstoourv’yage.Wasn’tyou,cap’n?"

           Andtheparrotwouldsay,withgreatrapidity,"Piecesofeight!Piecesofeight!Piecesofeight!"tillyouwonderedthatitwasnotoutofbreath,ortillJohnthrewhishandkerchiefoverthecage.

           "Now,thatbird,"hewouldsay,"is,maybe,twohundredyearsold,Hawkins—theyliveforevermostly;andifanybody’sseenmorewickedness,itmustbethedevilhimself.She’ssailedwithEngland,thegreatCap’nEngland,thepirate.She’sbeenatMadagascar,andatMalabar,andSurinam,andProvidence,andPortobello.Shewasatthefishingupofthewreckedplateships.It’sthereshelearned‘Piecesofeight,’andlittlewonder;threehundredandfiftythousandof’em,Hawkins!ShewasattheboardingoftheviceroyoftheIndiesoutofGoa,shewas;andtolookatheryouwouldthinkshewasababby.Butyousmeltpowder—didn’tyou,cap’n?"

           "Standbytogoabout,"theparrotwouldscream.

           "Ah,she’sahandsomecraft,sheis,"thecookwouldsay,andgivehersugarfromhispocket,andthenthebirdwouldpeckatthebarsandswearstraighton,passingbeliefforwickedness."There,"Johnwouldadd,"youcan’ttouchpitchandnotbemucked,lad.Here’sthispooroldinnocentbirdo’mineswearingbluefire,andnonethewiser,youmaylaytothat.