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Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 7

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The dramatic final chapters of Shanghaied in which the hated crimpers come aboard, sing and play melodeons and finally our hero makes his escape.

‘And thus they volleyed up cunningly, persuasively to our men. The spiders and the flies.

‘Yes apparently Molly Fortune ashore waited feverishly to kiss their dry and salt-cracked lips. (She would kiss them for one night perhaps, and then poor Jack, Shanghaied again, with his fabulously-paid shore job yet ahead, and the night as dark as Erebus, would awaken to find the relentless arms of Father Neptune once more closely entwined about him; sans bag, sans money, sans respect, sans everything. Done again! Doped again – his sole posession “a dead horse”!)’

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For the rest of this series of posts:
Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 1

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 2

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 3

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 4

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 5

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 6

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 7

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Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 3

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‘At last we felt ourselves to be a happy ship. So happy that the spare parts (apprentices) formed a Foofoo band. A keg with the ends knocked out, and a stout canvas substituted – the drum! A skilly tin or skid with two large spoons – a kettle drum! A mouth organ; a patched incomprehensible concertina; a formidable overwhelming voice pertaining to the archangel (our youngest apprentice). Also another instrument, the eldest apprentice – who played the comb very eloquently.’

Three more chapters from Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey today: mutiny; a bully mate suffers revenge; a strange story of a Mexican skeleton; a cracking description of a Foofoo band; and the famous dead horse ceremony.

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Why not print them out to read at your convenience?

For the rest of this series of posts:
Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 1

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 2

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 3

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 4

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 5

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 6

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 7