We wain't be bothered with his hollering.

But go up I will.

Do ye let me now; I'll be as still as a maid." And Jan kicked off his shoes, and marched on tip-toe through the shop, while Dr.Heale, moaning professional ejaculations, showed him the way.
The shipwrecked man was sleeping sweetly; and little was to be seen of his face, so covered was it with dark tangled curls and thick beard.
"Ah! a 'Stralian digger, by the beard of him, and his red jersey," whispered Jan, as he bent tenderly over the poor fellow, and put his head on one side to listen to his breathing.

"Beautiful he sleeps, to be sure!" said Jan: "and a tidy-looking chap, too.

'Tis a pity to wake 'un, poor wratch; and he, perhaps, with a sweetheart aboard, and drownded; or else all his kit lost .-- Let 'un sleep so long as he can: he'll find all out soon enough, God help him!" And big Jan stole down the stairs gently and reverently, like a true sailor; and took his diachylum, and went off to plaster his shins.
About ten minutes afterwards, Heale was made aware that his guest was awake, "by sundry grunts and ejaculations, which ended in a series of long and doleful whistles, and then broke out into a song.