Symes, says he, 'it's a bloawin' right smart peart, and I don't see fitten for to lower. "I went for'ard. The lookaout he hailed again. 'On deck, sir, says he, 'thar she blaows, an' spouts, an' breaches. "I went aft. 'Cap'n Symes, says I, 'thar she bloaws, an' spouts, an' breaches. Shall I lower? "Cap'n Symes he took a look at the clouds that was a-scuddin' acrosst. 'Mr.