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other　dark；　they　were　both　equally　beautiful。　　But　the　fair　twin

loved　him；　and　the　dark　twin　hated　him；　so　he　chose　the　fair　one。

The　dark　twin　would　have　prevented　the　marriage　if　she　could；　but

she　couldn't；　however；　on　the　night　before　it；　much　suspecting

Captain　Murderer；　she　stole　out　and　climbed　his　garden　wall；　and

looked　in　at　his　window　through　a　chink　in　the　shutter；　and　saw　him

having　his　teeth　filed　sharp。　　Next　day　she　listened　all　day；　and

heard　him　make　his　joke　about　the　house…lamb。　　And　that　day　month；

he　had　the　paste　rolled　out；　and　cut　the　fair　twin's　head　off；　and

chopped　her　in　pieces；　and　peppered　her；　and　salted　her；　and　put

her　in　the　pie；　and　sent　it　to　the　baker's；　and　ate　it　all；　and

picked　the　bones。



Now；　the　dark　twin　had　had　her　suspicions　much　increased　by　the

filing　of　the　Captain's　teeth；　and　again　by　the　house…lamb　joke。

Putting　all　things　together　when　he　gave　out　that　her　sister　was

dead；　she　divined　the　truth；　and　determined　to　be　revenged。　　So；

she　went　up　to　Captain　Murderer's　house；　and　knocked　at　the　knocker

and　pulled　at　the　bell；　and　when　the　Captain　came　to　the　door；

said：　　'Dear　Captain　Murderer；　marry　me　next；　for　I　always　loved

you　and　was　jealous　of　my　sister。'　　The　Captain　took　it　as　a

compliment；　and　made　a　polite　answer；　and　the　marriage　was　quickly

arranged。　　On　the　night　before　it；　the　bride　again　climbed　to　his

window；　and　again　saw　him　having　his　teeth　filed　sharp。　　At　this

sight　she　laughed　such　a　terrible　laugh　at　the　chink　in　the

shutter；　that　the　Captain's　blood　curdled；　and　he　said：　　'I　hope

nothing　has　disagreed　with　me！'　　At　that；　she　laughed　again；　a

still　more　terrible　laugh；　and　the　shutter　was　opened　and　search

made；　but　she　was　nimbly　gone；　and　there　was　no　one。　　Next　day　they

went　to　church　in　a　coach　and　twelve；　and　were　married。　　And　that

day　month；　she　rolled　the　pie…crust　out；　and　Captain　Murderer　cut

her　head　off；　and　chopped　her　in　pieces；　and　peppered　her；　and

salted　her；　and　put　her　in　the　pie；　and　sent　it　to　the　baker's；　and

ate　it　all；　and　picked　the　bones。



But　before　she　began　to　roll　out　the　paste　she　had　taken　a　deadly

poison　of　a　most　awful　character；　distilled　from　toads'　eyes　and

spiders'　knees；　and　Captain　Murderer　had　hardly　picked　her　last

bone；　when　he　began　to　swell；　and　to　turn　blue；　and　to　be　all　over

spots；　and　to　scream。　　And　he　went　on　swelling　and　turning　bluer；

and　being　more　all　over　spots　and　screaming；　until　he　reached　from

floor　to　ceiling　and　from　wall　to　wall；　and　then；　at　one　o'clock　in

the　morning；　he　blew　up　with　a　loud　explosion。　　At　the　sound　of　it；

all　the　milk…white　horses　in　the　stables　broke　their　halters　and

went　mad；　and　then　they　galloped　over　everybody　in　Captain

Murderer's　house　（beginning　with　the　family　blacksmith　who　had

filed　his　teeth）　until　the　whole　were　dead；　and　then　they　galloped

away。



Hundreds　of　times　did　I　hear　this　legend　of　Captain　Murderer；　in　my

early　youth；　and　added　hundreds　of　times　was　there　a　mental

compulsion　upon　me　in　bed；　to　peep　in　at　his　window　as　the　dark

twin　peeped；　and　to　revisit　his　horrible　house；　and　look　at　him　in

his　blue　and　spotty　and　screaming　stage；　as　he　reached　from　floor

to　ceiling　and　from　wall　to　wall。　　The　young　woman　who　brought　me

acquainted　with　Captain　Murderer　had　a　fiendish　enjoyment　of　my

terrors；　and　used　to　begin；　I　remember　…　as　a　sort　of　introductory

overture　…　by　clawing　the　air　with　both　hands；　and　uttering　a　long

low　hollow　groan。　　So　acutely　did　I　suffer　from　this　ceremony　in

combination　with　this　infernal　Captain；　that　I　sometimes　used　to

plead　I　thought　I　was　hardly　strong　enough　and　old　enough　to　hear

the　story　again　just　yet。　　But；　she　never　spared　me　one　word　of　it；

and　indeed　commanded　the　awful　chalice　to　my　lips　as　the　only

preservative　known　to　science　against　'The　Black　Cat'　…　a　weird　and

glaring…eyed　supernatural　Tom；　who　was　reputed　to　prowl　about　the

world　by　night；　sucking　the　breath　of　infancy；　and　who　was　endowed

with　a　special　thirst　（as　I　was　given　to　understand）　for　mine。



This　female　bard　…　may　she　have　been　repaid　my　debt　of　obligation

to　her　in　the　matter　of　nightmares　and　perspirations！　…　reappears

in　my　memory　as　the　daughter　of　a　shipwright。　　Her　name　was　Mercy；

though　she　had　none　on　me。　　There　was　something　of　a　shipbuilding

flavour　in　the　following　story。　　As　it　always　recurs　to　me　in　a

vague　association　with　calomel　pills；　I　believe　it　to　have　been

reserved　for　dull　nights　when　I　was　low　with　medicine。



There　was　once　a　shipwright；　and　he　wrought　in　a　Government　Yard；

and　his　name　was　Chips。　　And　his　father's　name　before　him　was

Chips；　and　HIS　father's　name　before　HIM　was　Chips；　and　they　were

all　Chipses。　　And　Chips　the　father　had　sold　himself　to　the　Devil

for　an　iron　pot　and　a　bushel　of　tenpenny　nails　and　half　a　ton　of

copper　and　a　rat　that　could　speak；　and　Chips　the　grandfather　had

sold　himself　to　the　Devil　for　an　iron　pot　and　a　bushel　of　tenpenny

nails　and　half　a　ton　of　copper　and　a　rat　that　could　speak；　and

Chips　the　great…grandfather　had　disposed　of　himself　in　the　same

direction　on　the　same　terms；　and　the　bargain　had　run　in　the　family

for　a　long；　long　time。　　So；　one　day；　when　young　Chips　was　at　work

in　the　Dock　Slip　all　alone；　down　in　the　dark　hold　of　an　old

Seventy…four　that　was　haled　up　for　repairs；　the　Devil　presented

himself；　and　remarked：





'A　Lemon　has　pips；

And　a　Yard　has　ships；

And　I'll　have　Chips！'





（I　don't　know　why；　but　this　fact　of　the　Devil's　expressing　himself

in　rhyme　was　peculiarly　trying　to　me。）　　Chips　looked　up　when　he

heard　the　words；　and　there　he　saw　the　Devil　with　saucer　eyes　that

squinted　on　a　terrible　great　scale；　and　that　struck　out　sparks　of

blue　fire　continually。　　And　whenever　he　winked　his　eyes；　showers　of

blue　sparks　came　out；　and　his　eyelashes　made　a　clattering　like

flints　and　steels　striking　lights。　　And　hanging　over　one　of　his

arms　by　the　handle　was　an　iron　pot；　and　under　that　arm　was　a　bushel

of　tenpenny　nails；　and　under　his　other　arm　was　half　a　ton　of

copper；　and　sitting　on　one　of　his　shoulders　was　a　rat　that　could

speak。　　So；　the　Devil　said　again：





'A　Lemon　has　pips；

And　a　Yard　has　ships；

And　I'll　have　Chips！'





（The　invariable　effect　of　this　alarming　tautology　on　the　part　of

the　Evil　Spirit　was　to　deprive　me　of　my　senses　for　some　moments。）

So；　Chips　answered　never　a　word；　but　went　on　with　his　work。　　'What

are　you　doing；　Chips？'　said　the　rat　that　could　speak。　　'I　am

putting　in　new　planks　where　you　and　your　gang　have　eaten　old　away；'

said　Chips。　　'But　we'll　eat　them　too；'　said　the　rat　that　could

speak；　'and　we'll　let　in　the　water　and　drown　the　crew；　and　we'll

eat　them　too。'　　Chips；　being　only　a　shipwright；　and　not　a　Man…of…

war's　man；　said；　'You　are　welcome　to　it。'　　But　he　couldn't　keep　his

eyes　off　the　half　a　ton　of　copper　or　the　bushel　of　tenpenny　nails；

for　nails　and　copper　are　a　shipwright's　sweethearts；　and