"Is it round in airnest, Captain dear? Round about!"
"Aye, indeed."
"O, thin, ar'n't you afeard that whin you come to the top and that you're obleedged to go down, that you'd go slidderhin away intirely, and never be able to stop, maybe. It's bad enough, so it is, going down hill by land, but it must be the dickens all out by wather."
"But there is no hill, Paddy; don't you know that water is always level?"
"By dad, it's very flat anyhow, and by the same token it's seldom I throuble it; but sure, your honor, if the wather is level, how do you make out that it is round you go?"
"That is a part of the knowledge I was speaking to you about," said the captain.
"Musha, bad luck to you, knowledge, but you're a quare thing!—and where is it Bingal, bad cess to it, would be at all at all?"
"In the East Indies."
"O, that is where they make the tay, isn't it, sir?"
"No, where the tea grows is further still."