took to hit the pins. Nevertheless, you offend,
my sweet friend. But what do you think of eating
some kind of cabirotadoes? Wouldn’t this
secure us from this storm? I have read that the
ministers of the gods Cabiri, so much celebrated by
Orpheus, Apollonius, Pherecydes, Strabo, Pausanias,
and Herodotus were always secure in time of storm.
He dotes, he raves, the poor devil! A thousand,
a million, nay, a hundred million of devils seize
the hornified doddipole. Lend’s a hand
here, hoh, tiger, wouldst thou? Here, on the
starboard side. Ods-me, thou buffalo’s
head stuffed with relics, what ape’s paternoster
art thou muttering and chattering here between thy
teeth? That devil of a sea-calf is the cause
of all this storm, and is the only man who doth not
lend a helping hand. By G—, if I come
near thee, I’ll fetch thee out by the head and
ears with a vengeance, and chastise thee like any
tempestative devil. Here, mate, my lad, hold
fast, till I have made a double knot. O brave
boy! Would to heaven thou wert abbot of Talemouze,
and that he that is were guardian of Croullay.
Hold, brother Ponocrates, you will hurt yourself,
man. Epistemon, prithee stand off out of the
hatchway. Methinks I saw the thunder fall there
but just now. Con the ship, so ho—Mind
your steerage. Well said, thus, thus, steady,
keep her thus, get the longboat clear —steady.
Ods-fish, the beak-head is staved to pieces.
Grumble, devils, fart, belch, shite, a t—d
o’ the wave. If this be weather, the devil’s
a ram. Nay, by G—, a little more
would have washed me clear away into the current.
I think all the legions of devils hold here their
provincial chapter, or are polling, canvassing, and
wrangling for the election of a new rector.
Starboard; well said. Take heed; have a care
of your noddle, lad, in the devil’s name.
So ho, starboard, starboard. Be, be, be, bous,
bous, bous, cried Panurge; bous, bous, be, be, be,
bous, bous, I am lost. I see neither heaven nor
earth; of the four elements we have here only fire
and water left. Bou, bou, bou, bous, bous, bous.
Would it were the pleasure of the worthy divine bounty
that I were at this present hour in the close at Seuille,
or at Innocent’s the pastry-cook over against
the painted wine-vault at Chinon, though I were to
strip to my doublet, and bake the petti-pasties myself.
Honest man, could not you throw me ashore? you can
do a world of good things, they say. I give
you all Salmigondinois, and my large shore full of
whelks, cockles, and periwinkles, if, by your industry,
I ever set foot on firm ground. Alas, alas!
I drown. Harkee, my friends, since we cannot
get safe into port, let us come to an anchor in some
road, no matter whither. Drop all your anchors;
let us be out of danger, I beseech you. Here,
honest tar, get you into the chains, and heave the
lead, an’t please you. Let us know how
many fathom water we are in. Sound, friend, in
the Lord Harry’s name. Let us know whether