Jonah wasn't digested, was he?
And the whale wasn't dead of dyspepsy neither.

That's what I told that minister.

'You try it yourself,' I says to him.

'There's whales enough back of the Crab Ledge, twenty mile off Orham,' said I.'You're liable to run in sight of 'em most any fair day in summer.

You go off there and jump overboard some time and see what happens.