But you don't think as how a cow would be such a fool as to tumble off a cliff.

Humans might, but cows is too cunning." "I don't believe you would be," cried the lad smartly.

"Put you up there in such a fog as we've had, and where would you be ?" "Fast asleep in the first snug corner I could find," said the sailor, as the midshipman ran aft, and descended into the cabin, to go to the end and tap on a door.
There was no answer, and he tapped again.
"Hullo!" "Beg pardon, sir," began the midshipman.
"Granted! Be off, and don't bother me again." There was a rustling sound, and a deep-toned breathing, that some rude people would have called a snore.

The midshipman looked puzzled, hesitated, and then knocked again.
There came a smothered roar, like that of an angry beast.
"Beg pardon, sir." "Who's that ?" "Raystoke, sir." "What do you want?
Am I never to have a night's rest again ?" All this in smothered tones, as if the speaker was shut up in a cupboard with a blanket over his head.
"Wouldn't have troubled you, sir, but--" "Smugglers in sight ?" "No, sir; it's a cow." "A what ?" "Cow, sir, overboard." "Quite right.

Milk and water," came in muffled tones.
"Beg pardon, sir, what shall I do ?" "Go and milk her, and don't bother me." "But she's swimming under the cliff, sir." "Go and ask her on board, then.