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PUCKERING.
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never speak again if he did n't pucker up his mouth and go to whistling! Yes, sir; whistling 'Buffalo gals, can't you come out to-night, can't you come out to-night, can't you come out to-night;' and doing it as calmly as if we were attending a funeral and were n't related to the corpse. And when I remonstrated with him about it, he smiled down on
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"WENT TO WHISTLING."
me as if I was his child, and told me to run in the house and try to be good, and not be meddling with my superiors!"[1]
Once a pretty mean captain caught Stephen in Now Orleans out of work and as usual out of money. He laid steady
- ↑ Considering a captain's ostentatious but hollow chieftainship, and a pilot's real authority, there was something impudently apt and happy about that way of phrasing it.
