This beats the circus any day," said Dan.

"Jest look at 'em!" "Come in--come in!" roared Long Jack.

"It's wet out yondher, children." "Forty-two, ye said." This was Uncle Salters.
"I'll count again, then," the voice replied meekly.
The two dories swung together and bunted into the schooner's side.
"Patience o' Jerusalem!" snapped Uncle Salters, backing water with a splash.

"What possest a farmer like you to set foot in a boat beats me.
You've nigh stove me all up." "I am sorry, Mr.Salters.I came to sea on account of nervous dyspepsia.

You advised me, I think." "You an' your nervis dyspepsy be drowned in the Whale-hole," roared Uncle Salters, a fat and tubly little man.