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Cutlass and Cudgel

CHAPTER TWO
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CHAPTER TWO.
"Can any one of you men milk ?" said Lieutenant Brough, a little plump-looking man, of about five and thirty, as he stood in naval uniform staring at the new addition to His Majesty's cutter _White Hawk_, a well-fed dun cow, which stood steadily swinging her long tail to and fro, where she was tethered to the bulwarks, after vainly trying to make a meal off the well holystoned deck.
There was no reply, the men grinning one at the other, on hearing so novel a question.

"Do you men mean to say that not one amongst you can milk ?" cried the lieutenant.
No one had spoken; but now, in a half-shrinking foolish way, Dick pulled his forelock, and made a kick out behind.
"You can ?" cried the lieutenant, "that's right; get a bucket and milk her.

I'll have some for breakfast." "Didn't say as I could milk, sir," said Dick.

"Seen 'em milk, though, down in Linkyshire, and know how it's done." "Then, of course, you can do it," said the lieutenant shortly; "look sharp!" The men grinned, and Dirty Dick by no means looked sharp, but exceedingly blunt and foolish as he shuffled along the deck, provided himself with a bucket, and then approached the cow, which had suddenly began chewing the cud.
"Look at her, mate," said one of the sailors.
"What for ?" said the man addressed.
"Some one's been giving her a quid o' bacca." "Go on." "But some one has.

Look at her chewing." "Why, so she is!" said the sailor, scratching his head, as he watched the regular actions of the cow's jaw, as she stood blinking her eyes, and swinging her tail to and fro, apparently quite content; the more so, that the sun was shining upon her warmly, and the sea water rapidly quitting her skin for the deck, where it made a rivulet into one of the scuppers.
Jack the sailor is easily pleased, for the simple reason that anything is a relief from the tedium of life on ship-board; consequently the coming of the cow was like a half-holiday to them at the wrong end of the day, and they stood about nudging each other, as Dirty Dick trotted up with his bucket, Archy looking on as much amused as the men.
The cow blinked her eyes, and turned her head to smell at the bucket which Dick set down on the deck, and stood scratching his head.
"Well, sir, go on," said the lieutenant--"Seems to me, now, Mr Raystoke, that we ought to have cream and fresh butter.


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