So here's at it.

Heave off, put all steam on, and back out, starn fust, and then swing round into the stream.

That's the ticket, Sam.' It's done; but my elbow has took that lady that's two steps furder down on the stairs, jist in the eye, and knocked in her dead light.

How she cries! how I apologize, don't I?
And the more I beg pardon, the wus she carries on.

But it's no go; if I stay, I must fust fight somebody, and then marry _her_; for I've spiled her beauty, and that's the rule here, they tell me.' "So I sets studen sail booms, and cracks on all sail, and steers for home, and here I am once more; at least what's left of me, and that ain't much more nor my shader.