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Portrait of Oliver Optic Oliver Optic Vine and Olive; Or, Young America in Spain and Portugal

The funeral party were singing or chanting, but so irreverently that the whole affair seemed more like a frolic than a funeral.
“That is a gay-looking coffin,” said Murray to Mariano Ramos, the best guide and courier in Spain, who had been in the employ of the principal since the squadron arrived at Malaga.
“That is all for show,” laughed Mariano. “The men will bring it back with them.”
“Don’t they bury the dead man in it?”
“No: that would make it too expensive for poor folks. They tumble the dead into a rough box, or bury him without any thing.”
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Portrait of Oliver Optic Oliver Optic Vine and Olive; Or, Young America in Spain and Portugal

You look like a stuck pig that has come back to haunt the butcher,” said Bark, trying to rally his associate. “Did you see any spirits in the hold? This is a temperance ship, and the principal don’t allow any on board.”
“You may laugh, Bark, if you like; but I believe the evil spirit is in the hold,” replied Bill impressively.
“What makes you think so, Bill?”
“The pile of rubbish is as wet as water can make it. Do you suppose there is any one in the hold?”
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Portrait of Oliver Optic Oliver Optic Vine and Olive; Or, Young America in Spain and Portugal

It is all nonsense to think of such a thing as running away.”
“I want some sort of an excitement, and I’m going to have it too, if I am sent home in some ship-of-war in irons.”
“You are getting desperate, Bill,” laughed Ben Pardee.
“That’s just it, Ben; I am getting desperate. I cannot endure the life I am leading on board of this vessel. It is worse than slavery to me. If you can stand it, you are welcome to do so.”
“We all hate it as bad as you do,” added Bark Lingall, who had the reputation of being the boldest and pluckiest of the bad boys on board of the Tritonia.
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