Tarry-Thou-Till-I-Come

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 edition. Excerpt: ...vineyard on the Rhine would be ashamed to show its equal. By Woden, the very taste will go with me to my grave. Perhaps it may, said the Chiote, irritated for the honor of his country, and significantly touching his dagger. But were you ever in the island? No; nor ever shall, with my own consent, if that flagon be from it, growled the German, with his broad eye glaring on his adversary. I have seen enough of its produce, alive and dead to-night. The wind roared without, and a tremendous thunder-peal checked the angry dialog. There was a general pause. Come, comrades, no quarreling, cried the Arab. Heavens, how the storm comes on! Nothing can ride out to-night. Here's the captain's health, and safe home to him. The cups were filled; but the disputants were not to be so easily reconciled. Ho! Memnon, cried the master of the table to a sallow Egyptian richly clothed, whose simitar and dagger sparkled with jewels. He was engaged in close council with the rover at his side. Layby business now; you don't like the wine or the toast? The Egyptian, startled from his conference, professed his perfect admiration of both, and sipping, returned to his whisper. Memnon will not drink for fear of letting out his secrets; for instance, where he found that simitar, or what has become of the owner, said a young and handsome Idumean with a fbe Eflwtun I should like to know by what authority you ask me questions on the subject. If it had been in your hands, I should have never thought any necessary, retorted the scowling Egyptian. Aye, of course not, Memnon; my way is well known. Fight rather than steal; plunder rather than cheat; and, after the affair is over, account to captain and crew, rather than glitter in their property, was the...