[H]e laid hold of the first ratline with his right hand, then sprung to the second, with his left, and so on alternately, right and left, up to the last, close to the futtock shrouds.

[H]e no sooner comprehended the nature of this shower, which in a twinkling bedewed him from head to foot, than he exclaimed, “Blood and oons! I'm afloat?”

The message said that the party intended to hunt and forage through this region, for a month or two, afore it went back into the Canadas.

We are all hurrying down the one common stream to the great ocean of eternity: but are we performing our social duties, as citizens of the world, in sculking away into holes and corners, to fret out time and life, because God has judged fit to withdraw the favourite toy he lent us—not making us destitute—but graciously leaving in our keeping, ten thousand toys beside.