her.”
How slave-like did this low fellow grin! Yea, for a guinea, I doubted not, he would have whored his very grandam and buggered her to boot, so aptly did this varlet bow and scrape.
No sooner did he haste to this employment, than these misfortunate females gan to rend the silence with their bleating. Yea, as a herd of frighted ewes, all at once they scattered and -- most affectingly -- they might have scaped, had not a swarm of bare-arst salvages right knavishly held them in. Their churlish priest (as if ere this he had not evidenced a sufficieny of vileness) now did close his eyes and lift his cup of slime and, whilst these piteous naked females shrieked and scurried to and fro, full solemnly toddle after them as tho’ he aimed to play at blindman-buff.
That most pert and moody Satchunk did this mean while proffer my brushes and powders, my pommades and patches, my looking-glass and other such needments of my toilet according as her duty bade. Natheless, all such refinement was, for the nonce, quite out of the question. Indeed, I had not so much as powdered my periwig when this dotard priest laid hand upon my hapless charmer, causing her dam to fall aground and squeal so abundantly that perforce I did put down my glass and powder. For tho’ this salvage mother was but a filthy, coarse and most unsightly creature, I could not well refuse to grant her my condolements. Why, I now even brought myself to clench the brute, tho’ the odour of her hair beggerd all description.
’Twas presently that I gan to hanker for my pistol, albeit I knew not how I might fare amongst such an intolerable deal of salvages. But ’twas not their smell, nay, nor their flyes, nor even the unplumbed doltishness of these wretches that thus o’ertaxed my patience. Nay, ’twas rather how their vile priest now did grin and glue unto my charmer whilst he raised his cup of slime and therewithal besmeared her, scrupling not the while to finger her paps and buttocks in my stead. I had, I say, all but rammed my flint-lock. But then, of a sudden, a wildered shriek again did issue from that cavern’s mouth, wherefore the crokadells which ere this had slumbered on the ooze did start awake and clamber post-haste to the muddy deep. Methought now, whilst I looked betwixt the timbers of that palizado, that in that shadowed cavern I beheld a face, wondrous disfigured, intangled in hair, and yet ’twas but a moment ere it vanished.
“Motochichi! Motochichi!” straightways and most hellishly these brutes did howl -- and albeit I beheld not still that wildered face, yet in the mirksome recess of that cavern methought I saw the leathern flickering of a tayl. My charmer, at this most distressing pass, gan somedeal over-loud to whimper and to shed right pretty tears adown her frighted cheeks. This priest, howsomever, this most vilest old smeller, did but piss the ground with right evident contentment, the whiles a drove of salvages flung fresh-killed meat o’er the top of the palizado and onto the fly-blown rubbage in the cavern’s mouth.
’Twas there, directly as this meat did fall to ground, that for the first I now beheld their hideous god. He wore a Spanyard’s morion and forthwith gan to dote upon a scarlet haunch which much did blood his beard. Of a glance I did misfortunately observe that his privates, the which even now in hand he did most lewdly waggle, were great as any stallions and that his arse had sprung a tail which he did brandish to and fro.
My poor charmer gan, presently, to blubber in good earnest. For with exception of his upperest person, the which for main ugliness I ne’er had seen the like, this most abject humane creature, for such yet he seemed, was at the half a crokadell.
VII.
Whilst thus piteously my poor charmer wept, I my self did piss into my jordan, the which I had no sooner filled withal than I did
How slave-like did this low fellow grin! Yea, for a guinea, I doubted not, he would have whored his very grandam and buggered her to boot, so aptly did this varlet bow and scrape.
No sooner did he haste to this employment, than these misfortunate females gan to rend the silence with their bleating. Yea, as a herd of frighted ewes, all at once they scattered and -- most affectingly -- they might have scaped, had not a swarm of bare-arst salvages right knavishly held them in. Their churlish priest (as if ere this he had not evidenced a sufficieny of vileness) now did close his eyes and lift his cup of slime and, whilst these piteous naked females shrieked and scurried to and fro, full solemnly toddle after them as tho’ he aimed to play at blindman-buff.
That most pert and moody Satchunk did this mean while proffer my brushes and powders, my pommades and patches, my looking-glass and other such needments of my toilet according as her duty bade. Natheless, all such refinement was, for the nonce, quite out of the question. Indeed, I had not so much as powdered my periwig when this dotard priest laid hand upon my hapless charmer, causing her dam to fall aground and squeal so abundantly that perforce I did put down my glass and powder. For tho’ this salvage mother was but a filthy, coarse and most unsightly creature, I could not well refuse to grant her my condolements. Why, I now even brought myself to clench the brute, tho’ the odour of her hair beggerd all description.
’Twas presently that I gan to hanker for my pistol, albeit I knew not how I might fare amongst such an intolerable deal of salvages. But ’twas not their smell, nay, nor their flyes, nor even the unplumbed doltishness of these wretches that thus o’ertaxed my patience. Nay, ’twas rather how their vile priest now did grin and glue unto my charmer whilst he raised his cup of slime and therewithal besmeared her, scrupling not the while to finger her paps and buttocks in my stead. I had, I say, all but rammed my flint-lock. But then, of a sudden, a wildered shriek again did issue from that cavern’s mouth, wherefore the crokadells which ere this had slumbered on the ooze did start awake and clamber post-haste to the muddy deep. Methought now, whilst I looked betwixt the timbers of that palizado, that in that shadowed cavern I beheld a face, wondrous disfigured, intangled in hair, and yet ’twas but a moment ere it vanished.
“Motochichi! Motochichi!” straightways and most hellishly these brutes did howl -- and albeit I beheld not still that wildered face, yet in the mirksome recess of that cavern methought I saw the leathern flickering of a tayl. My charmer, at this most distressing pass, gan somedeal over-loud to whimper and to shed right pretty tears adown her frighted cheeks. This priest, howsomever, this most vilest old smeller, did but piss the ground with right evident contentment, the whiles a drove of salvages flung fresh-killed meat o’er the top of the palizado and onto the fly-blown rubbage in the cavern’s mouth.
’Twas there, directly as this meat did fall to ground, that for the first I now beheld their hideous god. He wore a Spanyard’s morion and forthwith gan to dote upon a scarlet haunch which much did blood his beard. Of a glance I did misfortunately observe that his privates, the which even now in hand he did most lewdly waggle, were great as any stallions and that his arse had sprung a tail which he did brandish to and fro.
My poor charmer gan, presently, to blubber in good earnest. For with exception of his upperest person, the which for main ugliness I ne’er had seen the like, this most abject humane creature, for such yet he seemed, was at the half a crokadell.
VII.
Whilst thus piteously my poor charmer wept, I my self did piss into my jordan, the which I had no sooner filled withal than I did
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