how different the loud little king-post. "sing out and say something, my hearties. roar and pull, my thunderbolts! beach me, beach me on their black backs, boys; only do that for me, and i’ll sign over to you my martha’s vineyard plantation, boys; including wife and children, boys. lay me on—lay me on! o lord, lord! but i shall go stark, staring mad! see! see that white water!" and so shouting, he pulled his hat from his head, and stamped up and down on it; then picking it up, flirted it far off upon the sea; and finally fell to rearing and plunging in the boat’s stern like a crazed colt from the prairie.