Up he came, and I laid him out again.

'Now,' I said, 'if there's a kick left in you, just mention it, and I'll stamp your ribs in like a packing-case.' He thought better of it, and never let on; lay there as mild as a deacon at a funeral; and they took him below to reflect on his native Dutchland.

One night we got caught in rather a dirty thing about 25 south.

I guess we were all asleep; for the first thing I knew there was the fore-royal gone.

I ran forward, bawling blue hell; and just as I came by the foremast, something struck me right through the forearm and stuck there.