"wall," said the landlord, fetching a long breath, "that’s a purty long sarmon for a chap that rips a little now and then. but be easy, be easy, this here harpooneer i have been tellin’ you of has just arrived from the south seas, where he bought up a lot of ’balmed new zealand heads (great curios, you know), and he’s sold all on ’em but one, and that one he’s trying to sell to-night, cause to-morrow’s sunday, and it would not do to be sellin’ human heads about the streets when folks is goin’ to churches. he wanted to, last sunday, but i stopped him just as he was goin’ out of the door with four heads strung on a string, for all the airth like a string of inions."