I was just telling the forecastle lads, down there, that there's many a nobleman and gentleman at home as has finder hills than these, made by hand, in his parks and gardens, just to look at." "The d--l you have! And what did the forecastle lads down there say to that ?" "What could they, sir?
It just showed the superiority of an Englishman to an Italian, and that ended the matter.

Don't you remember the Injees, sir ?" "The Indies! Why, the coast between Bombay and Calcutta is as flat as a pancake most of the distance." "Not them Injees, sir, but t'other--the West, I mean.

The islands and mountains we passed and went into in the Rattler; your honor was only a young gentleman then, but was too much aloft to miss the sight of anything--and all along America, too." As Strand was speaking he glanced complacently round, as if to intimate to the listeners what an old friend of the captain's they enjoyed in the person of their boatswain.
"Oh! the West Indies--you're nearer right there, Strand, and yet they have nothing to compare to this.

Why, here are mountains, alive with habitations, that fairly come up to the sea!" "Well, sir, as to habitations, what's these to a street in Lunnun?
Begin on the starboard hand, for instance, as you walk down Cheapside, and count as you go; my life for it, you'll reel off more houses in half an hour's walk than are to be found in all that there village yonder.

Then you'll remember, sir, that the starboard hand only has half, every Jack having his Jenny.