To return to passing events, however; when Robert had been duly kicked, he turned about manfully, and demanded the captain's pleasure.

He was told to bring the largest and fairest pumpkin he could find, from the private stores of Mr.Poke, that navigator never going to sea without a store of articles that he termed "Stunin'tun food." The captain took the pumpkin between his legs, and carefully peeled off the whole of its greenish-yellow coat, leaving it a globe of a whitish color.

He then asked for the tar-bucket, and, with his fingers, traced various marks, which were pretty accurate outlines of the different continents and the larger islands of the world.

The region near the south pole, however, he left untouched; intimating that it contained certain sealing islands, which he considered pretty much as the private property of the Stunin'tunners.
"Now, Doctor," he said, pointing to the pumpkin, "there is the 'arth, and here is the tar-pot--just mark down the position of your island of Leaphigh, if you please, according to the best accounts your academy has of the matter.

Make a dab here and there, if you happen to know of any rocks and shoals.