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'Ain't he?'replied Mr. Muzzle. 'So much humour, said Sam. 'And such a man to speak, said Mr. Muzzle. 'How his ideas flow, don't they? 'Wonderful, replied Sam; 'they comes a-pouring out, knocking each other's heads so fast, that they seems to stun one another; you hardly know what he's arter, do you? 'That's the great merit of his style of speaking, rejoined Mr. Muzzle.
I only make free to beg you will take it as an advance on account of young Ishmael's wages, as he'll be sure to earn; for, bless you, miss, work is a-pouring in on top of me like the cataract of Niagara itself! And I shall want all his help.
She's struck! I felt the wessel trembling like a live creetur, and the water a-pouring in everywhere. I hugged the babe and scrambled up the companionway to the deck. It was pitch dark, and I heard every man rushing toward one side of the wessel. "A flash of lightning that made everything as bright as day again showed me that they were all taking to the boat.
"Well, I could see 'e weren't satisfied, because he gives a bit of a groan, and looks at hisself in the glass agin. But a day or two arterwards he was well enough to get up, and when he sees Erongo for the fust time, with the water a-pouring down that big fall, he brightens up at once. "'Just the very place the very place. Who knows but it may be true?
I mind me of her now, Natty, her eye was sich a piercer that you could see to steer by it in a Newfoundland fog; her nose stood out like the 'Grampus's' jibboom, and her woice, Lord love you, her woice sings in my ears even now: it set the Captain a-quarrelin with the Mate, who was hanged in Boston harbor for harpoonin of his officer in Baffin's Bay; it set me and Bob Bunting a-pouring broadsides into each other's old timbers, whereas me and Bob was worth all the women that ever shipped a hawser.
But it do surely look to me as though we must do some'at pretty soon, because I don't believe as that wrack'll last so very much longer. Look to mun, how her do roll, and look how the sea do breach her! There must be tons o' water a-pouring down into her hold every minute, and Lard be merciful there a goeth.
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