Part 42 (1/2)

”He spoke i' Spanish, o' cou'se, sir; but, not knowin' the tongue, I tells et to you in English.”

”I had guessed that to be the reason,” replied Mr. Fogo.

”Well, Sam were a bit tuk aback, but he answers--

”'Iss, I be. Why?'

”'Want 'un berried?'

”'Why, no, not partic'lar. Sooner or later, o' cou'se; but, thank'ee all the same, I'm thinkin' to do et a bit furder on.'

”'Then,' says the dapper man, 'I'll trouble you to hand over the berryin' fees for this parish.'

”'But I baint goin' to berry deceased i' this parish.'

”'That don't matter. Ef a corpse has use o' this parish, he's got to pay fees.'

”'How's that?'

”'Why, a corpse es dead,' says the chap; 'you'll allow that, I s'pose?'

”'Iss,' says Sam, 'I reckon I'll allow that.'

”'An' ef a corpse es i' this parish, he's dead i' this parish?'

”'Likely he es,' admits Sam.

”'Well, 'cordin' to law, anybody dead i' this parish es boun' to be berried i' this parish, an' therefore to pay fees,' says the man; 'and now I hopes you'll hand over the money, 'cos the train's waitin'.'

”Sam was for a raisin' a rumpus, an' gathered a crowd roun' the door; but they all sided wi' the dapper man, and said 'twas Spaniards' law, an' ef he wudn' pay, he must get out an' berry the Commodore there an' then. So he gi'ed in and pulled out the money, an' off they starts, the dapper man standin' an' bowin' 'pon the platform.

”Well, Sam leant back an' ciphered et out, an' cudn' see the sense o't. 'But,' says he, 'when you'm in Turkey you do as the Turkeys do, 'cordin' to the proverb, so I guess 'tes all right; an' ef et 'pears wrong, 'tes on'y that I bain't used to travellin' wi' corpses;' an'

wi' that he settles down an' goes to sleep.

”He hadn' been long sleepin' when the train pulls up agen, an' arter a minnit in comes anuther chap wi' a tellygram.

”'Deceased?' axes the chap, pointin' to the chest.

”'Mod'rately,' says Sam.

”'Wants berryin' p'raps?' says the chap.

”'I reckon he'll hold on a bit longer.'

”'Next parish, likely?'

”'Why, iss,' says Sam, 'or next arter that.'

”'Ah, what et es to be rich!' says the man, kind o' envious-like.

”'What do 'ee mean by that?' Sam axes.

”'Niver mind,' answers the man. ''Twarn't no bus'ness o' mines.