I know the Pacific's a long ways off--" "Pshaw! We Troops, livin' an' dead, are all around the earth an' the seas thereof." "But I want you to understand--and I mean this--any time you think you'd like to see him, tell me, and I'll attend to the transportation.
'Twon't cost you a cent." "Ef you'll walk a piece with me, we'll go to my house an' talk this to my woman.

I've bin so crazy mistook in all my jedgments, it don't seem to me this was like to be real." They went over to Troop's eighteen-hundred-dollar, blue-trimmed white house, with a retired dory full of nasturtiums in the front yard and a shuttered parlor which was a museum of oversea plunder.

There sat a large woman, silent and grave, with the dim eyes of those who look long to sea for the return of their beloved.

Cheyne addressed himself to her, and she gave consent wearily.
"We lose one hundred a year from Gloucester only, Mr.Cheyne," she said--"one hundred boys an' men; and I've come so's to hate the sea as if 'twuz alive an' listenin'.

God never made it fer humans to anchor on.