"'Your farm!'
"'Yep. We're farmers now, an' we raises crops as 'd make an Ohio farmer's eyes fall out o' his head. Come along.'
"Cap'n Peleg Mahoney he looks at me an' I looks at he, an' then we starts ahead fur to see this 'ere farm on top o' a crust o' wegetables with two thousan' fathom o' water underneath.
"'Wot started ye to farmin'?' sez I.
"'Want o' grub,' sez he. 'I are the Cap'n o' the farm; cos w'y, I used to be Cap'n o' the ship. W'en the grub commenced fur to run low, sez I, we'd better see how we kin raise some more. Werry good. An' so I plants a few seeds, an' there you are.'
"'An' they come up all right on this 'ere floatin' perairie?'
"'Come up! Wait till you see our farm.'
"So we walked on an' on, an' putty soon we see some stuff like grass a-growin', only it were about six feet high, an' each blade as thick as a six-inch hawser.
"'Wot are that?' sez I.
"'That are wheat,' sez the Cap'n o' the farm.