That is it, sir; bred to patience." "And has no doctor been out here yet ?" "What could he du?
He can't fare to feel like us.

When it comes a breeze he wants a doctor hisself, and how would that suit ?" "Have you eaten anything ?" "Well, no, sir.

I was in that pain, sir, and I didn't want to moither my shipmets no more'n you, so I closes my teeth.

It's the breed, sir--bred to patience." "Well, the skipper must find us something now, at any rate." There was some cabbage growing rather yellow and stale, some rocky biscuit, some vile coffee, some salt butter, and one delicious fish called a "latchet." With a boldness worthy of the Victoria Cross, Lewis set himself to broil that fish over the sulphurous fire.

He cannot, of course, compute the number of falls which he had; he only knows that he imbued his very being with molten butter and fishy flavours.