"Do you think of publishing your private journal ?" "Why, in my opinion, Sir John, the less that either of us says of the v'y'ge the better." "And why so?
We have had the discoveries of Columbus, Cook, Vancouver, and Hudson--why not those of Captain Poke ?" "To own the truth, we sealers do not like to speak of our cruising grounds--and, as for these monikins, after all, what are they good for?
A thousand of them wouldn't make a quart of 'ile, and by all accounts their fur is worth next to nothin'." "Do you account their philosophy for nothing?
and their jurisprudence ?--you, who were so near losing your head, and who did actually lose your tail, by the axe of the executioner ?" Noah placed a hand behind him, fumbling about the seat of reason, with evident uneasiness.

Satisfied that no harm had been done, he very coolly placed half a muffin in what he called his "provision hatchway." "You will give me this pretty model of our good old 'Walrus,' captain ?" "Take it, o' Heaven's sake, Sir John, and good luck to you with it.

You, who give me a full-grown schooner, will be but poorly paid with a toy." "It's as like the dear old craft as one pea is like another!" "I dare say it may be.

I never knew a model that hadn't suthin' of the original in it." "Well, my good shipmate, we must part.

You know I am to go and see the lady who is soon to be my wife, and the diligence will be ready to take you to Havre, before I return." "God bless you! Sir John--God bless you!" Noah blew his nose till it rung like a French horn.