The young 'uns might 'a smelt a rat, but they knew better than to say so.

Where the Blunder grounded--and she hath airned her name, for the good of the dwellers in this village--is the chine of the Pig; and he hath a double back, with the outer side higher than the inner one.

She came through a narrow nick in his outer back, and then plumped, stem on, upon the inner one.

You may haul at her forever by the starn, and there she'll 'bide, or lay up again on the other back.

But bring her weight forrard, and tackle her by the head, and off she comes, the very next fair tide; for she hath berthed herself over the biggest of it, and there bain't but a basketful under her forefoot." "Then, Master Tugwell, let us lose no time, but have at her at once, and be done with it." Scudamore jumped up, to give action to his words; but Tugwell sate aground still, as firmly as the Blonde.
"Begging of your pardon, sir, I would invite of you not to be in no sart of hurry hasting forwardly.