Patty. Pshaw! never mind your figure. Tell me how it happened?
Trudge. You shall hear: when the ship left us ashore, my master turned as pale as a sheet of paper. It isn't every body that's blest with courage, Patty.
Patty. True.
Trudge. However, I bid him cheer up; told him, to stick to my elbow: took the lead, and began our march.
Patty. Well?
Trudge. We hadn't gone far, when a damn'd one-eyed black boar, that grinned like a devil, came down the hill in jog trot! My Master melted as fast as a pot of pomatum!
Patty. Mercy on us!
Trudge. But what does I do, but whips out my desk knife, that I used to cut the quills with at home; met the monster, and slit up his throat like a pen—The boar bled like a pig.
Patty. Lord! Trudge, what a great traveller you are!
Trudge. Yes; I remember we fed on the flitch for a week.