Uncle Salters, returned the night before with Penn, from Pamlico Sound, received him suspiciously.
"Hain't your folk gone yet ?" he grunted.

"What are you doin' here, young feller ?" "O ye Seas and Floods, bless ye the Lord: praise him, and magnify him for ever!" "Hain't he good right ?" said Dan.

"He's bin there, same as the rest of us." "Not in them clothes," Salters snarled.
"Shut your head, Salters," said Disko.

"Your bile's gone back on you.
Stay right where ye are, Harve." Then up and spoke the orator of the occasion, another pillar of the municipality, bidding the world welcome to Gloucester, and incidentally pointing out wherein Gloucester excelled the rest of the world.

Then he turned to the sea-wealth of the city, and spoke of the price that must be paid for the yearly harvest.