'All dis contray in one year now,' says he, nodding over his glass at me, 'shall be of the grand nashong, and I will make a great man of you, Friar Sharley.

Do you know what prawns are, my good friend ?' Well, I said I had caught a good many in my time; but he laughed and said, 'Prawns will catch you this time.

One tousand prawns, all with two hondred men inside him, and the leetle prawns will come to land at your house, Sharley.
Bootiful place, quiet sea, no bad rocks.

You look out in the morning, and the white coast is made black with them.' Now what do you say to that, Cappen Tugwell ?" "I've a-heered that style of talk many times afore," Master Tugwell answered, solidly; "and all I can say is that I should have punched his head.

And you deserve the same thing, Charley Bowles, unless you've got more than that to tell us." "So I might, Cappen, and I won't deny you there.