Oh, ladies, have pity on the hardly entreated! Once or twice Ferrier was obliged to go on deck from the fetid kennel, and he left a man to watch the sufferer.

The shrill wind seemed sweet to the taste and scent, the savage howl of tearing squalls was better than the creak of dirty timbers and the noise of clashing fish-boxes; but the young man always returned to his post and tried his best to cheer the maimed sailor.
"Does the rolling hurt you badly, my man ?" "Oh! you're over kind to moither yourself about me, sir.

She du give me a twist now and then, but, Lord's sake, what was it like before you come! I doan't fare to know about heaven, but I should say, speakin' in my way, this is like heaven, if I remember yesterday." "Have you ever been hurt before ?" "Little things, sir--crushed fingers, sprained foot, bruises when you tumbles, say runnin' round with the trawl warp.

But we doan't a-seem to care for them so much.

We're bred to patience, you see; and you're bound to act up to your breedin'.