I shall bust, I do expect; and if I do, them that ain't drownded will be scalded, I know.
Chah!--chah! "Oh de British name is Bull, and de French name is Frog, And noisy critters too, when a braggin' on a log,-- But I is an alligator, a floatin' down stream.
And I'll chaw both the bullies up, as I would an ice-cream: Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dee, Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dee.
"Yes, I've been pent up in that drawer-like lookin' berth, till I've growed like a pine-tree with its branches off--straight up and down.

My legs is like a pair of compasses that's got wet; they are rusty on the hinges, and won't work.

I'll play leapfrog up the street, over every feller's head, till I get to the Liners' Hotel; I hope I may be shot if I don't.

Jube, you villain, stand still there on the deck, and hold up stiff, you nigger.

Warny once--warny twice--warny three times; now I come." And he ran forward, and putting a hand on each shoulder, jumped over him.
"Turn round agin, you young sucking Satan, you; and don't give one mite or morsel, or you might 'break massa's precious neck,' p'raps.