What he yelled hadn't no sense to it.

Sometimes you'd think that he was drivin' a horse and next that he was handlin' a schooner in a gale.
"'Git dap!' he'd whoop.

'Go it, you cripples! Keep her nose right in the teeth of it! She's got the best of the water, so let her bile! Whe-E-E!' "We didn't stop at Bayport.

Our skipper had made other arrangements.
However, the way I figgered it, we was long past needin' a doctor, and you can get an undertaker 'most anywhere.

We went through the village like a couple of shootin' stars, Tobias about a length ahead, his hat blowed off, his hair--what little he's got--streamin' out behind, and that blessed red buzz wagon of his fairly skimmin' the hummocks and jumpin' the smooth places.