I vvill ſhevv him that I vvas not bred at Oxford for nothing.—Splutter! I vvill ſhevv him my head is good for ſomething elſe beſides preaching.

There was movement everywhere, screaming, demoniac activity; the old man was coming across the tumbling logs.

The boat, which was filled with water, instantly—glub, glub—sank.

At length, when the last pint is casked, and all is cool, then the great hatchways are unsealed, the bowels of the ship are thrown open, and down go the casks to their final rest in the sea.