Digital heart book

At last one day I saw a big hulking beast of a Dutchman
booting the ship's boy. I made one shoot of it off the
house and laid that Dutchman out. Up he came, and I
laid him out again. 'Now,' I said, 'if there's a kick
left in you, just mention it, and I'll stamp your ribs
in like a packing-case.' He thought better of it, and
never let on; lay there as mild as a deacon at a
funeral, and they took him below to reflect on his
native Dutchland. One night we got caught in rather a
dirty thing about 25 south. I guess we were all
asleep, for the first thing I knew there was the fore-
royal gone. I ran forward, bawling blue hell; and just
as I came by the foremast something struck me right
through the forearm and stuck there. I put my other
hand up, and, by George, it was the grain; the beasts
had speared me like a porpoise. 'Cap'n!' I cried.
'What's wrong?' says he. 'They've grained me,' says I.
'Grained you?' says he. 'Well, I've been looking for
that.' 'And by God,' I cried, 'I want to have some of
these beasts murdered for it!' 'Now, Mr.


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