Whereby, coming to the island in question, they went ashore, every man Jack in loin-cloths cut out o' the stun-s'le, and the rest of 'em as bare as the back of my hand.
Whereby their appearance excited the natives to such a degree, being superstitious, they was set upon and eaten to a man.

The moral bein'," concluded Mr.Adams, "that a man lay be brought low by bein' puffed up." "Ay," said Mr.Jope after a pause.

"I never had no great acquaintance with poetry, but I bought a pocket-handkercher once for tuppence with a verse on it:" "'Ri fal de ral diddle, ri fal de ral dee, What ups and downs in the world there be!' "And I don't believe you could use a truer text for the purpose, no matter what you paid." The Major sighed.

He was a high-spirited man, as the reader knows, and I believe that, but for one cruel memory, he might have learnt even to taste some humour in his situation.

Thanks to Mr.Jope and Mr.Adams, who had taken a genuine fancy to him, he found life on board the _Vesuvius_ cheerful if not comfortable.