He would put a piece of money in a potato and throw it to whoever on shore had anything to sell, and the goods, if they could be safely thrown, would come whirling over to be caught by some of us on deck.

We got many a nice chicken or loaf of bread or other good victuals in that way; and we lived on the fat of the land.

All sorts of berries and fruit, milk, butter, eggs, cakes, pies and the like came to the canal without any care on our part; everything was cheap, and every meal was a feast.

This first breakfast was a trial, but I made a noble meal of it.

The sailor, Bill, pretended to believe that I had killed a man on shore and had gone to sea to escape the gallows.