...stout old rum. ' Don't open thá hogshead,' cried the helps and neighbours, in mighty great tear; 'it's the devil ! ' ' Potstausend ! ' says my Uncle Ben — for you must know that he's a roistering High -German — 'you're a cowardly crew,' says he, ' that good liquor's thrown away upon." 'Thunder...

...old rum. " Don't open the hogshead," cried the helps and neighbours, in mighty great fear ; " it's the Devil !" " Potstausend !" says my Uncle Ben ;..." why the Henker don't you unship the hatches? Am 1 to slay here these hundred years ?" " Stille ! mein Herr !" says my Uncle Ben, says he, without being...

...stout old rum. "Don't open the hogshead," cried the helps and neighbors, in mighty great fear ; " it's the devil !" "Potstausend !" says my Uncle Ben —...the voice again from the barrel, " why the Henker dou't you unship the hatches 1 Am I to stay here these hundred years?" " Stille ! mein Herr !" says...