"'I haav a flasche of goot Scheitam, mynheer,' sait he.
"So I vent aboart, ant ve hat a merry time mit te Scheitam ant te bipe.
"'Tis ish te real shuniper from Deutch-lant, captain,' says I, pouring te last trop out of te flasche.
"'It's made from the Italian shuniper, schipper,' says he.
"'Deutch or Italian,' says I, 'it's te oil ov life; ant never pefore tid I trink such shin.'
"'I am glat you like it,' says he; ant he mate a negro, in golt ant green jacket ant brocken, put on anoder flasche.
"By-ant-py, says I, 'Vat's te name o' your craft, captain,' tinking it a ship in te king's navy.
"'Te Silfer Arrow,' says he.
"'Te Silfer Arrow. I haav not hear tis name in te navy.'
"'Nor ever vill,' sait he. 'Fill your glass, schipper, I vill give you a toast.'