Busted more clotheslines than I've got fingers and toes, that pup has.

He needs a chain cable to keep him to his moorin's.
Don't ye, Job, you old earthquake?
Hey ?" He pounded on the box, and the earthquake obliged with a renewed series of shocks and shakings.
The lightkeeper's assistant smiled in spite of himself.
"Who named him Job ?" he asked.
"Henry G.'s cousin from Boston.

He said he seemed to be always sufferin' and fillin' the land with roarin's, like Job in the Bible.

So, bein' as he hadn't no name except cuss words, that one stuck.

I cal'late Henry G.'s glad enough to get rid of him.