“‘She’ll go ashore on them boilin’ rocks,’ says the cook.
“We was sittin’ in the cabin—the cook an’ the second hand an’ me.
“‘’Tis wonderful cold,’ says the second hand.
“‘I’m chillin’, meself,’ says the cook.
“‘Chillin’!’ thinks I, havin’ in mind the way poor Tommy Mib was took. ‘Has you a pain in your back?’ says I.
“They was shiverin’ a wonderful lot, an’ the cook was holdin’ his head in his hands, just like Tommy Mib used t’ do.
“‘Ay, b‘y,’ says he.
“‘Ay, b‘y,’ says the second hand.
“‘Been drilled too hard o’ late,’ says the cook. ‘We’re all wore out along o’ work an’ worry.’
“I didn’t wait for no more. ‘H-m-m!’ says I, ‘I thinks I’ll take a look outside.’