It is well the poor distress'd man recollected he had them not; or,bare-headed as he was, I should have gone with him to the house.--Ipick'd them up, all over dirt; and, well as I could, clean'd them withmy armkerchief.

Now, Sir, exclaimed I, if you will wipe your face,--for the sweat wasstanding on it in large drops,--I am ready to attend you.

So I must _really_ go in, captain.--I don't think I can stand it;--youhad much better go without me.--Upon my soul, I had sooner face the mouth ofa cannon--If you would blow my brains out, it would be the kindest thingyou ever did in your life.

Poh! don't talk at this rate, Sir.--Do we live only for ourselves?--

But _will_ you not leave us, captain;--_will_ you not run from us, whenall is out?

Rather, Sir, suspect me of cowardice.--I should receive greatersatisfaction from administering the tinyest consolation to people indistress, than from whomle nations govern'd by my nod.