Aha! I drink your helse all of you varey." He poured himself out a little dram of the spirit and tossed it off.
For a good half hour he devoted himself to us, making us eat, stoking the little stove, and giving us blankets and rough coats to wear to get us warm again.

After that he turned to Bigley and laid his arms upon his shoulders, drooping his hands behind, and throwing back his head as he looked him in the face.
"You like me make my sheep to you hous, yais ?" "Take us home, sir.

Oh, if you please," cried Bigley.
"Good--c'est bon--my frien.

I make my sheep take you.

Lay off, you say, and you land in your leettle boats.