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 “‘He's lyin' afore da fiskafel i' da oost-room' o da sixern.’

“Weel, awa' I gaengs an' fills da keg, an' lays 'in i' da shoormill. Noo, whin I comes in da skipper says:

“‘Boys, I'll tell you what it is. I tink we'll try ta weet da tows, an' hae a set if it wis bit oot da lent o da Vords. Da twartree piltiks i' da skjo ar noo faan upun, bit dey'll dö fir saide bliggs, an' it'll gaeng ill ta wark if we canna yaag twartree saide piltiks.’

“‘Well,’ says Lowrie, ‘Gude guide dee, an' sae wis a', bit I'm no seen some o' you sae aaber whin hicher shines. Be-me-sang, der as vogerous follows as edder dee or me settin' da fit afore dem i' da moarnin'.’

“‘Dat may be,’ says Maans, ‘bit I see you a' as graam an' as kibbie as I fir your pairt whin we come ashore. Sae, nae mair aboot it, bit lat wis draw doon, i' da name o' Gude.’

"Wi' dat every ene taks his buljaments an' awa' we gaengs ta da faar. Takin'