He felt my pulse, and asked me if I knew who he was.
I replied that I had never seen him before.
"Well, that's not my fault," said he; "for I've been looking at you a pretty tidy while on and off since we hoisted you out of the brine.
'Guid speed an' furder to you, Johnny;
Guid health, hale han's, an' weather bonnie;
May ye ne'er want a stoup o' brany
To clear your head!'
Hungry?"
"Very," said I.
"Thirsty?"
"Yes."
"How do you feel in yourself?"
"I have been trying to find out. I don't know. I forget who I am."