'That's me iv'ry time! I've run her slat on the Bank fer you, an' when we get thirty fathom we'll turn in like little men.
Counahan is the b'y,' sez he.

'Counahan the Navigator!' "Nex' cast they got ninety.

Sez Counahan: 'Either the lead-line's tuk to stretchin' or else the Bank's sunk.' "They hauled ut up, bein' just about in that state when ut seemed right an' reasonable, and sat down on the deck countin' the knots, an' gettin' her snarled up hijjus.

The _Marilla_ she'd struck her gait, an' she hild ut, an' prisintly along came a tramp, an' Counahan spoke her.
"'Hev ye seen any fishin'-boats now ?' sez he, quite casual.
"'There's lashin's av them off the Irish coast,' sez the tramp.
"'Aah! go shake yerself,' sez Counahan.

'Fwhat have I to do wid the Irish coast ?' "'Then fwhat are ye doin' here ?' sez the tramp.
"'Sufferin' Christianity!' sez Counahan (he always said that whin his pumps sucked an' he was not feelin' good)--'Sufferin' Christianity!' he sez, 'where am I at ?' "'Thirty-five mile west-sou'west o' Cape Clear,' sez the tramp, 'if that's any consolation to you.' "Counahan fetched wan jump, four feet sivin inches, measured by the cook.
"'Consolation!' sez he, bould as brass.