That formidable seafaring man with one leg has at last gone clean out of my life ; but I dare say he met his old Negress , and perhaps still lives in comfort with her and Captain Flint . It is to be hoped so , I suppose , for his chances of comfort in another world are very small . The bar silver and the arms still lie , for all that I know , where Flint buried them ; and certainly they shall lie there for me . Oxen and wain-ropes would not bring me back again to that accursed island ; and the worst dreams that ever I have are when I hear the surf booming about its coasts or start upright in bed with the sharp voice of Captain Flint still ringing in my ears : `` Pieces of eight ! HOW THE WHALE GOT HIS THROAT IN the sea , once upon a time , O my Best Beloved , there was a Whale , and he ate fishes . He ate the starfish and the garfish , and the crab and the dab , and the plaice and the dace , and the skate and his mate , and the mackereel and the pickereel , and the really truly twirly-whirly eel . All the fishes he could find in all the sea he ate with his mouth -- so ! Till at last there was only one small fish left in all the sea , and he was a small ` Stute Fish , and he swam a little behind the Whale 's right ear , so as to be out of harm 's way . Then the Whale stood up on his tail and said , ` I 'm hungry . ' And the small ` Stute Fish said in a small ` stute voice , ` Noble and generous Cetacean , have you ever tasted Man ? ' ` No , ' said the Whale . ` What is it like ? ' ` Nice , ' said the small ` Stute Fish . ` Nice but nubbly . ' ` Then fetch me some , ' said the Whale , and he made the sea froth up with his tail . ` One at a time is enough , ' said the ` Stute Fish . ` If you swim to latitude Fifty North , longitude Forty West -LRB- that is magic -RRB- , you will find , sitting on a raft , in the middle of the sea , with nothing on but a pair of blue canvas breeches , a pair of suspenders -LRB- you must not forget the suspenders , Best Beloved -RRB- , and a jack-knife , one ship-wrecked Mariner , who , it is only fair to tell you , is a man of infinite-resource-and-sagacity . ' So the Whale swam and swam to latitude Fifty North , longitude Forty West , as fast as he could swim , and on a raft , in the middle of the sea , with nothing to wear except a pair of blue canvas breeches , a pair of suspenders -LRB- you must particularly remember the suspenders , Best Beloved -RRB- , and a jack-knife , he found one single , solitary shipwrecked Mariner , trailing his toes in the water . -LRB- He had his mummy 's leave to paddle , or else he would never have done it , because he was a man of infinite-resource-and-sagacity . -RRB- Then the Whale opened his mouth back and back and back till it nearly touched his tail , and he swallowed the shipwrecked Mariner , and the raft he was sitting on , and his blue canvas breeches , and the suspenders -LRB- which you must not forget -RRB- , and the jack-knife -- He swallowed them all down into his warm , dark , inside cup-boards , and then he smacked his lips -- so , and turned round three times on his tail .
But as soon as the Mariner , who was a man of XXXXX , found himself truly inside the Whale 's warm , dark , inside cup-boards , he stumped and he jumped and he thumped and he bumped , and he pranced and he danced , and he banged and he clanged , and he hit and he bit , and he leaped and he creeped , and he prowled and he howled , and he hopped and he dropped , and he cried and he sighed , and he crawled and he bawled , and he stepped and he lepped , and he danced hornpipes where he should n't , and the Whale felt most unhappy indeed .
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