"quitting the pump at last, with the rest of his band, the lakeman went forward all panting, and sat himself down on the windlass; his face fiery red, his eyes bloodshot, and wiping the profuse sweat from his brow. now what cozening fiend it was, gentlemen, that possessed radney to meddle with such a man in that corporeally exasperated state, i know not; but so it happened. intolerably striding along the deck, the mate commanded him to get a broom and sweep down the planks, and also a shovel, and remove some offensive matters consequent upon allowing a pig to run at large.