`` Now you -- what do you call yourself , mate ? '' `` Jim , '' I told him . `` Jim , Jim , '' says he , quite pleased apparently . `` Well , now , Jim , I 've lived that rough as you 'd be ashamed to hear of . Now , for instance , you would n't think I had had a pious mother -- to look at me ? '' he asked . `` Why , no , not in particular , '' I answered . `` Ah , well , '' said he , `` but I had -- remarkable pious . And I was a civil , pious boy , and could rattle off my catechism that fast , as you could n't tell one word from another . And here 's what it come to , Jim , and it begun with chuck-farthen on the blessed grave-stones ! That 's what it begun with , but it went further 'n that ; and so my mother told me , and predicked the whole , she did , the pious woman ! But it were Providence that put me here . I 've thought it all out in this here lonely island , and I 'm back on piety . You do n't catch me tasting rum so much , but just a thimbleful for luck , of course , the first chance I have . I 'm bound I 'll be good , and I see the way to . And , Jim '' -- looking all round him and lowering his voice to a whisper -- `` I 'm rich . '' I now felt sure that the poor fellow had gone crazy in his solitude , and I suppose I must have shown the feeling in my face , for he repeated the statement hotly : `` Rich ! Rich ! I says . And I 'll tell you what : I 'll make a man of you , Jim .
Ah , Jim , you 'll bless your stars , you will , you was the XXXXX that found me ! ''
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