"After supper I show you a little schooner I make, with all her ropes.

So we shall learn." "Fust-class fer--a passenger," said Dan.

"Dad he's jest allowed you'll be wuth your salt maybe 'fore you're draownded.

Thet's a heap fer dad.
I'll learn you more our next watch together." "Taller!" grunted Disko, peering through the fog as it smoked over the bows.

There was nothing to be seen ten feet beyond the surging jib-boom, while alongside rolled the endless procession of solemn, pale waves whispering and upping one to the other.
"Now I'll learn you something Long Jack can't," shouted Tom Platt, as from a locker by the stern he produced a battered deep-sea lead hollowed at one end, smeared the hollow from a saucer full of mutton tallow, and went forward.