We wanted to take him ashore at once, but Henry was game; he said he'd be jiggered if he'd leave a school like that for anything short of lockjaw; then he kept fishing away, hauling in hand over fist and groaning between times.
Fin'lly the school passed and we come in with a load; I got a file and begun to try to file through that hook.

I tried to be as easy as I could, but you should have heard Henry--no, you shouldn't either.

It was well no ladies were around.

Henry wasn't a swearing man, but he'd heard some few matters of that sort along shore in his time, and he fished 'em all out of his recollection and hurled 'em at me.

Fin'lly he declared he couldn't stand it and I had no bowels of compassion.