It was beautiful, but I couldn't onderstand it, it was so everlastin' fast.
"'Now,' sais he, 'set sail.' And off we sot, at the rate of sixteen notts an hour.

Old Clay pleased him, you may depend; he turned round and clapped his hands, and larfed, and waved his hat to his officers to come on; and they whipped, and spurred, and galloped, and raced for dear life; but we dropped 'em astarn like any thing, and he larfed again, heartier than ever There is no people a'most, like to ride so fast as sailors; they crack on, like a house a fire.
"Well, arter a while, sais he, 'Back topsails,' and I hauled up, and he jumped down, and outs with a pocket book, and takes a beautiful gold coronation medal.

(It was solid gold, no pinchback, but the rael yaller stuff, jist fresh from King's shop to Paris, where his money is made), and sais he, 'Mr.Yankee, will you accept that to remember the Prince de Joinville and his horse by ?' And then he took off his hat and made me a bow, and if that warn't a bow, then I never see one, that's all.

I don't believe mortal man, unless it was a Philadelphia nigger, could make such a bow.

It was enough to sprain his ankle he curled so low.