'You villain!' sez I, 'where's my little Irish lass as you dragged me away from ?' an' I lighted on him, hat and all, like that!" Here Sailor Ben brought his fist down on the deal table with the force of a sledge-hammer.

Miss Abigail gave a start, and the ale leaped up in the pitcher like a miniature fountain.
"I begs your parden, ladies and gentlemen all; but the thought of that feller with his ring an' his watch-chain an' his walrus face, is alus too many for me.

I was for pitchin' him into the North River, when a perliceman prevented me from benefitin' the human family.

I had to pay five dollars for hittin' the chap (they said it was salt and buttery), an' that's what I call a neat, genteel luxury.

It was worth double the money jest to see that white hat, with a weed on it, layin' on the wharf like a busted accordiun.
"Arter months of useless sarch, I went to sea agin.