"Fact," cried O'Dule, angrily now. "Don't ye be comin' to me, a siventh son av a siventh son, wid such nonsinse. Faith, if yon worthless rabbit-fut kin do phwat ye claim, why not prove ut t' me now?",
"Up to the mouth. There's green bass up there an' lots of small frogs, if we need 'em, fer bait.",
"But you were never at sea. You'll be sick in your hammock, and I shall be wanting some one to wait upon me.".
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