"Me new cook!" he repeated, going on from where he had left off. "Me
Cheon!" and then, in queer pidgin-English, he solemnly rolled out a few
of his many qualifications:
"Me savey all about," he chanted. "Me savey cook 'im, and gard'in', and
milk 'im, and chuckie, and fishin' and shootin' wild duck." On and on he
chanted through a varied list of accomplishments, ending up with an
application for the position of cook. "Me sit down? Eh boss?" he asked,
moon-faced and serious.
"Please yourself!" the Maluka laughed, and with a flash of white teeth
and an infectious chuckle Cheon laughed and nodded back; then, still
chuckling, he waddled away to the kitchen and took possession there,
while we went to our respective dinners, little guessing that the
truest-hearted, most faithful, most loyal old "josser" had waddled into
our lives.
CHAPTER XI
Cheon rose at cock-crow ("fowl-sing-out," he preferred to call it), and
began his duties by scornfully refusing Sam's bland offer of instruction
in the "ways of the homestead."
"Me savey all about," he said, with a majestic wave of his hands, after
expressing supreme contempt for Sam's caste and ways; so Sam applied for
his cheque, shook hands all round, and withdrew smilingly.
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