"So many things have been carried away and jumbled up in a mass there forwards, that the poor fellow might get fixed in and be drowned, without the chance of saving himself." But his alarm was quite unnecessary, Jake rising above the water in another moment and scrambling up into the main rigging, in a very hurried manner, as if something was pursuing him.
His face as he turned it towards us was almost green | with fright, and we could hear his teeth chattering | with fear and cold combined.
"Well," sang out Captain Miles, "I'm glad to see you out of that hole alive.

But, what's the matter, my man?
have you got the axe ?" "N-n-n-no, Mass' Cap'en," stuttered Jake, making his way aft again along the bulwarks, "got no axe nor nuffin'.

Dere am duppy or de debbil in de fo'c's'le.

Bress de Lor', dis pore niggah only sabe him life an'-- dat all!".