But it will root up the snags, run them down, split them, and scatter them to the four quarters.

Our ship is the old ship of Zion; and nothing that runs foul of her can withstand her shock and fury." Then had followed the toast, which was long remembered for its dauntless spirit.
"Here's wishing that all the mobocrats of the nineteenth century were in the middle of the sea, in a stone canoe, with an iron paddle; that a shark would swallow the canoe, and the shark be thrust into the nethermost part of hell, with the door locked, the key lost, and a blind man looking for it!".