An' now,' says he, 'I've a-tuk a consait I'd like my ould bones to be carr'd home to Carne, an' laid to rest 'long wi' my haveage.

[6] All the Trounces have a-been berried in Carne Churchyard, Sam, an' I'm thinkin' I'd like to go back to mun, like the Prodigious Son.

So what I wants 'ee to do es this:--When I be dead an' gone, you mus' get a handy box made, so's I shall carry aisy, an' take me back to England.

You'll find plenty o' money for the way i' the skivet [7] o' my chest there, i' the corner.' "''Tes a brave long way from here to England,' says Sam.
"'I knaws what you be thinkin' 'bout,' says the Commodore.
'You'm reckonin' I'll spile on the way.

But I don't mean 'ee to go by say.