man, but i was frightened. such a phiz! but, somehow, next moment i was over the fright. ‘what am i about?’ says i at last. ‘and what business is that of yours, i should like to know, mr. humpback? do you want a kick?’ by the lord, flask, i had no sooner said that, than he turned round his stern to me, bent over, and dragging up a lot of seaweed he had for a clout—what do you think, i saw?—why thunder alive, man, his stern was stuck full of marlinspikes, with the points out. says i, on second thoughts, ‘i guess i won’t kick you, old fellow.’ ‘wise stubb,’