Where are we going ?" "Fish and make berth, as you'll find out 'fore you've been a week aboard.

It's all new to you, but we never know what may come to us.
Now, take me--Tom Platt--I'd never ha' thought--" "It's better than fourteen dollars a month an' a bullet in your belly," said Troop, from the wheel.

"Ease your jumbo a grind." "Dollars an' cents better," returned the man-o'-war's man, doing something to a big jib with a wooden spar tied to it.

"But we didn't think o' that when we manned the windlass-brakes on the Miss Jim Buck, I outside Beau-fort Harbor, with Fort Macon heavin' hot shot at our stern, an' a livin' gale atop of all.

Where was you then, Disko ?" "Jest here, or hereabouts," Disko replied, "earnin' my bread on the deep waters, an' dodgin' Reb privateers.