In my lust yarn I told
about th ’ pearls Spike nnd I
found in a secret lagoon,
and how I had brought up
a handful
T h ’ next day as 1 was
p u ttin ’ on my d iv in ’- suit.
Spike »potted some .savage»
on th* beach watchin* uh and
j a i i l i e r i n ' like a lo t o f ding-
I) us ted parrota. They were
tough lookin’ customers, and
Barney »aid we’d better
hoist anchor and get away.
But I wanted Home more o f
those big pearla. So, a fte r
I ’d climbed into my d ivin ’«
suit, Spike .said if th ' sav
ages started to come aboard
he'd haul ine up.
T’d ju s t dropped to th ’
bottom when I spotted a
beautiful big pearl. I was
renchin’ fo r it when I was
yanked through th ’ water,
up toward th* schooner.
When I came to th ’ surface
T il be dodgasted i f there
weren’t two big, ugly sav
ages h au lin ’ away on my
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life -lin o . Soon’a they saw
me, they dropped th ’ line,
and th ' whole lo t o f ’em
jum ped overboard and made
fo r the beach. I guess they
thought they'd hauled up a
devil-god from th ’ sea.
Spike, and Tony, th ’ cook,
were tied to th ’ mainmast.
Soon’s I got ’em loose Spike
told me how th ' savages had
surprised ’,em, tied 'em up ,
and then found and stole
our pearls. R ight away I
thought o f a way to get our
pearls back. That night I
p ut on th ’ d ivin ’-suit and
walked ashore on th ’ bottom
o f th ’ lagoon to the native
village where the savages
were sleeping. I slipped in
to the devil-devil house,
(vhere they keep the ir wood
en gods, and sure enough, at
th ’ feet o f one o f th ’ gods
were th ’ pearls.
In my next yarn seo what
happens to me before I get
back to th ' schooner w ith th ’
pearls.
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