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The cap’n he called out to us to be keerful, an’ Tom Simmons leaned over the rail an’ swored; but I didn’t pay no ‘tention to nuther of ’em, an’ we pulled away.

“When I got aboard the Mary Auguster, I says to the bat’ry man:’We don’t want no nonsense this time, an’ I want you to put in enough ca’tridges to heave up somethin’ that’ll do fur a Christmas dinner. I don’t know how the cargo is stored, but you kin put one big ca’tridge ‘midship, another for’ard, an’ another aft, an’ one or nuther of ’em oughter fetch up somethin’.’Well, we got the three ca’tridges into place. They was a good deal bigger than the one we fust used, an’ we j’ined ’em all to one wire, an’ then we rowed back, carryin’ the long wire with us. When we reached the steamer, me an’ Andy was a- goin’ to stay in the boat as we did afore, but the cap’n sung out that he wouldn’t allow the bat’ry to be touched off till we come aboard. ‘Ther’s got to be fair play,’ says he. ‘It’s your vittles, but it’s my side that’s doin’ the work. After we’ve blasted her this time you two can go in the boat an’ see what there is to git hold of, but two of my men must go along.’So me an’ Andy had to go on deck, an’ two big fellers was detailed to go with us in the little boat when the time come, an’ then the bat’ry man he teched her off.

“Well, sir, the pop that followed that tech was somethin’ to remember. It shuck the water, it shuck the air, an’ it shuck the hull we was on. A reg’lar cloud of smoke an’ flyin’ bits of things rose up out of the Mary Auguster; an’ when that smoke cleared away, an’ the water was all b’ilin’ with the splash of various-sized hunks that come rainin’ down from the sky, what was left of the Mary Auguster was sprinkled over the sea like a wooden carpet fur water-birds to walk on.

“Some of the men sung out one thing, an’ some another, an’ I could hear Tom Simmons swear; but Andy an’ me said never a word, but scuttled down into the boat, follered close by the two men who was to go with us. Then we rowed like devils fur the lot of stuff that was bobbin’ about on the water, out where the Mary Auguster had been. In we went among the floatin’ spars and ship’s timbers, I keepin’ the things off with an oar, the two men rowin’, an’ Andy in the bow.

“Suddenly Andy give a yell, an’ then he reached himself for’ard with sech a bounce that I thought he’d go overboard. But up he come in a minnit, his two ‘leven-inch hands gripped round a box. He sot down in the bottom of the boat with the box on his lap an’ his eyes screwed on some letters that was stamped on one end. ‘Pidjin-pies!’ he sings out.”Tain’t turkeys, nor ’tain’t cranberries but, by the Lord Harry, it’s Christmas pies all the same!’After that Andy didn’t do no more work, but sot holdin’ that box as if it had been his fust baby. But we kep’ pushin’ on to see what else there was. It’s my ‘pinion that the biggest part of that bark’s cargo was blowed into mince-meat, an’ the most of the rest of it was so heavy that it sunk. But it wasn’t all busted up, an’ it didn’t all sink. There was a big piece of wreck with a lot of boxes stove into the timbers, and some of these had in ’em beef ready b’iled an’ packed into cans, an’ there was other kinds of meat, an’ dif’rent sorts of vegetables, an’ one box of turtle soup. I looked at every one of ’em as we took ’em in, an’ when we got the little boat pretty well loaded I wanted to still keep on searchin’; but the men they said that shore boat ‘u’d sink if we took in any more cargo, an’ so we put back, I feelin’ glummer’n I oughter felt, fur I had begun to be afeared that canned fruit, sech as peaches, was heavy, an’ li’ble to sink.