45/48 They up-eend the way when they're hungry. Breath on him like the doleful tombs, hain't he ?" A horrible stench of decayed fish filled the air as the pillar of white sank, and the water bubbled oilily. "Hain't ye never seen a grampus up-eend before? Say, it's good to hev a boy aboard again. Otto was too old, an' a Dutchy at that. |