You barn-yard tramps go hoggin' the road on the high seas with no blame consideration fer your neighbours, an' your eyes in your coffee-cups instid o' in your silly heads." At this the skipper danced on the bridge and said something about Disko's own eyes.

"We haven't had an observation for three days.

D'you suppose we can run her blind ?" he shouted.
"Wa-al, I can," Disko retorted.

"What's come to your lead'?
Et it'?
Can't ye smell bottom, or are them cattle too rank ?" "What d'ye feed 'em ?" said Uncle Salters with intense seriousness, for the smell of the pens woke all the farmer in him.

"They say they fall off dretful on a v'yage.