Do you comprehend me, sir; or will this make you recollect in future ?" The rattan was raised, and descended in a shower of blows, until the cooper made his escape into the head.
"There, take that, you contaminating, stave-dubbing, gimlet-carrying, quintessence of a bung-hole! I beg your pardon, Mr Simple, for interrupting the conversation, but when duty calls, we must obey." "Very true, Mr Chucks.

It's now striking seven bells, and I must call the master--so good-by.".