"Dis is de place for sailor man, not for de idlers aboard.

You go back inter yer ole caboose, cookee!" There was another laugh at this, and Captain Miles hearing what had been said, every word being distinctly audible on the poop, began speaking to Mr Marline about the imitative habits of negroes.
"They are just like monkeys," he said; "and, in dress and in language will copy anyone they think superior to them, no matter how ridiculous their imitation may be--a sort of burlesque of the original." "Yes," replied Mr Marline.

"Jake, I have noticed, has taken Jackson for his model on week-days.

Have you observed how he copies him in every particular ?" "Well, he couldn't have a better study for a thorough sailor," said the captain, adding, to my great delight, for I was very proud of poor Jake, who was faithful to me to the death; "and the darkey, mind you, Marline, has studied Jackson to good effect, for he's already a smart seaman.
He's as quick aloft as anyone on board when any sudden call comes." "He's all that," answered Mr Marline heartily; "but I was going to observe, that, while Jake copies Jackson for his week-day model, he tries to imitate you on Sundays." "Me!" exclaimed Captain Miles bursting into a loud laugh.

"You, you mean, with that swell blue coat that you gave him, and which you used, no doubt, to win all the ladies' hearts with ashore, when it was in its prime!" "Oh, no," retorted the mate, smiling too.