That Spaniard's mad or drunk. But that can't be, or else in his one case our old Mogul's fire-waters are somewhat long in working.

What's that I saw- lightning? Yes.

No; Daggoo showing his teeth.

Swallow thine, mannikin! White skin, white liver!

Knife thee heartily! big frame, small spirit!

A row! a row! a row!

A row a'low, and a row aloft- Gods and men- both brawlers! Humph!

A row! arrah a row! The Virgin be blessed, a row! Plunge in with ye!

Fair play! Snatch the Spaniard's knife! A ring, a ring!

Ready formed. There! the ringed horizon. In that ring Cain struck Abel. Sweet work, right work! No? Why then, God, mad'st thou the ring?

Hands by the halyards! in top-gallant sails! Stand by to reef topsails!

The squall! the squall! jump, my jollies! (They scatter.)

Jollies? Lord help such jollies! Crish, crash! there goes the jib-stay! Blang-whang! God! Duck lower, Pip, here comes the royal yard! It's worse than being in the whirled woods, the last day of the year! Who'd go climbing after chestnuts now? But there they go, all cursing, and here I don't. Fine prospects to 'em; they're on the road to heaven. Hold on hard! Jimmini, what a squall! But those chaps there are worse yet- they are your white squalls, they. White squalls? white whale, shirr! shirr! Here have I heard