There's neither fur, nor flannel--no, sir, nor hot rum, will warm up what they call the temperature.

Sir, it's the same with most men that have been carbonadoed, as they call it, in the tropic seas." "Well, well, captain," replied my uncle, "we must all be the way we're made." But it chanced that this fancy of the captain's had a great share in my misfortunes.

For though I had promised myself not to let my kinsman out of sight, I was both so impatient for a nearer look of the sea, and so sickened by the closeness of the room, that when he told me to "run down-stairs and play myself awhile," I was fool enough to take him at his word.
Away I went, therefore, leaving the two men sitting down to a bottle and a great mass of papers; and crossing the road in front of the inn, walked down upon the beach.

With the wind in that quarter, only little wavelets, not much bigger than I had seen upon a lake, beat upon the shore.

But the weeds were new to me--some green, some brown and long, and some with little bladders that crackled between my fingers.