Out of my way, you thing--you useless thing!"
He slammed the door indignant, clanging the ring.
And then he lit the lamp, drowned to the waist;
"Here's a fine house! Get at the scupper-holes"--
He bent against it as the water raced--
"And pull them out to leeward when she rolls.
They say some kinds of landsmen don't have souls.
I well believe. A Port Mahon baboon
Would make more soul than you got with a spoon."
Down in the icy water Dauber groped