Now I understand them complately, for ain't we rabbits ourselves?
The officers, saving your presence, are the ferrits who turn us out of our holes on duty; and the niggers yonder, with their muskets and their matchlocks, are the men with sticks, ready to knock us on head, directly we show ourselves.

If it plase Heaven that I ever return to the ould country again, I'll niver lend a hand at rabbiting, to my dying day.".