'Probably mighty small potatoes.

That's a thing a fellow figures out for himself one way, and the real business goes quite another.

Perhaps Wiseman said, "Here old man, fetch up the gin, I'm feeling powerful rocky." And perhaps Wishart said, "Oh, hell!"' 'Well, that's grim enough,' said Herrick.
'And so it is,' said Davis.

'There; there's that chronometer fixed.

And now it's about time to up anchor and clear out.' He lit a cigar and stepped on deck.
'Here, you! What's YOUR name ?' he cried to one of the hands, a lean-flanked, clean-built fellow from some far western island, and of a darkness almost approaching to the African.
'Sally Day,' replied the man.
'Devil it is,' said the captain.