'Hear him!' 'There it lies,' said Sol Gills, 'down in the little cellar, covered with dirt and cobwebs.

There may be dirt and cobwebs over you and me perhaps, Ned, before it sees the light.' 'Hear him! 'cried the Captain.

'Good morality! Wal'r, my lad.

Train up a fig-tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade on it.

Overhaul the--Well,' said the Captain on second thoughts, 'I ain't quite certain where that's to be found, but when found, make a note of.