Haow soon ?" said Dan, with a laugh.
"In some years, and I shall see it.

Master and man--man and master." "How in thunder d'ye work that out ?" said Tom Platt.
"In my head, where I can see." "Haow ?" This from all the others at once.
"I do not know, but so it will be." He dropped his head, and went on peeling the potatoes, and not another word could they get out of him.
"Well," said Dan, "a heap o' things'll hev to come abaout 'fore Harve's any master o' mine; but I'm glad the doctor ain't choosen to mark him for a Jonah.

Now, I mistrust Uncle Salters fer the Jonerest Jonah in the fleet regardin' his own special luck.

Dunno ef it's spreadin' same's smallpox.

He ought to be on the Carrie Pitman.