"What happened ?" "Hey?
Oh, excuse me.

When I get to thinkin' of that v'yage I simmer inside, like a teakettle on a hot stove.

The second day out--seasick and homesick and so miserable I wished I could die all at once instead of by lingerin' spasms--I dropped a dish on the cabin floor and broke it.
Cummin's was alone with me, eatin' his dinner; and he jumped out of his chair when I stooped to pick up the pieces and kicked me under the table.

When I crawled out, he kicked me again and kept it up.

When his foot got tired he used his fist.