Fust time he did it, I didn't know there was any game on, and I see him give Jack a nut.

He cracked it, and ate the kernel, and then my mate give him another, and he cracked and ate that, and held out his hand for more.
This time he give him one full o' snuff, but Jack tasted the tar as stopped up the hole, and was too many for him.

He wouldn't crack it, but chucked it away.

I thought it was only a bad one, for I never smelt the snuff; but what does my mate do but begs a bit o' wheeling sacks o' the steward." "A bit of what ?" said Mark.
"Wheeling sacks, sir; what they fastens up letters with." "Oh, sealing wax," cried Mark.
"Yes, sir, I said so--sealing wax, and stops up the holes with that.
Jack didn't taste that, and first time he cracks one o' them bad uns he gets his mouth full o' snuff, and there he was a-coughing and sneezing for 'bout half an hour, while as soon as he see as it was a trick, he jumps on my back and bites me in the neck, and runs away to get up in the rigging and swear--oh my eye, but he did swear!" "Nonsense, Billy! a monkey can't swear." "But he did, sir.

He went on calling us all the names he could lay his tongue to in monkey, and whenever my mate give him nuts again, he used to crack 'em on the deck with a marline-spike.