"Why, you see, sir, the sun, God bless it, rises in the aist, and sets in the west, which stands to raison; and whin you stand bechuxt the aist and the west, the north is forninst you."
"And when the north is fornenst you, as you say, is the east on your right or your left hand?"
"On the right hand, your honor."
"Well, I see you know that much, however. Now," said the captain, "the moment you leave the ship, you must steer a northeast course, and you will make some land near home in about a week, if the wind holds as it is now, and it is likely to do so; but, mind me, if you turn out of your course in the smallest degree you are a lost man."
"Many thanks to your honor!"
"And how are you off for provisions?"
"Why, thin, indeed, in the regard o' that same we are in the hoighth o' distress, for exceptin' the scalpeens, sorra taste passed our lips for these four days."
"O, you poor devils!" said the commander, in a tone of sincere commiseration, "I'll order you some provisions on board before you start."
"Long life to your honor! and I'd like to drink the health of so noble a gintleman."
"I understand you, Paddy, you shall have grog too."