'Then,' said he, 'there was such pulling of ropes, and reefing and rigging; and we went over so many seas and channels; the Irish Channel, and the British Channel, and the Bristol Channel, and the Baltic Sea, and the Atlantic Sea, and---- Oh dear, as good as forty more.' 'Forty more!' cried I. 'And pray what were their names?' 'Bad luck to me if I can remember,' said he. 'Probably you were in the Red Sea,' said I. 'To be sure I was.' 'And in the Black Sea?' 'No doubt of it.' 'And in the White Sea, and the Pacific Ocean?' 'In every mother's soul of them.' 'And pray what kind of seas are they?' asked I. 'Why,' said he, 'the Red Sea is as red as blood, and the Black Sea is as black as ink, and the White Sea is the colour of new milk, or nearer butter-milk; and the Pacifi-ifi--What's that word?' 'Pacific,' said I. 'And what is the meaning of Pacific?' said he. 'It means peaceful or calm,' answered I. 'Gad, I thought so,' said he, 'for the devil a wave that same ocean had on it high or low. 'Pon my conscience, it was as smooth as the palm of my hand.' 'Take care, Jerry,' said I, laughing; 'I am afraid----' 'Why then,' cried he, 'that I may never----' 'Hush!' said I. 'No swearing.' 'By dad,' cried he, 'you had better tell my story yourself; for you seem resolved to have it all your own way. May be you won't believe me neither, when I tell you that I landed?' 'As you are not at sea now,' said I, 'I will believe you.' 'Well then,' said he, 'I suppose you will believe that I made a little money by reaping, and then trudged to London to try my fortune.' 'I make no doubt of the fact,' said I. 'But pray how did you contrive to subsist in London at first?' 'By spitting through my teeth,' said Jerry. 'Take care,' cried I. 'This I suspect is another----' 'If you mean lie,' said he, 'I have caught you at last; for 'tis as true as true can be, and I will tell you all about it. You must know that 'tis now the fashion for gentlemen to be their own coachmen; and not only to drive like coachmen, but to talk, walk, dress, drink, swear, and even spit like coachmen. Well, two days after my arrival in London, as I was standing in the street, and looking about, I happened to spit through my teeth, to the envy and admiration of a gentleman that was just driving his own carriage by me. For he stopped, and called me to him, and swore I should get half-a-crown if I would teach him to _pickle a wig_,--that was the word. So when he gave me plain English for it, I closed with him, and went to his house, and taught him to spit so well, that my fame spread through the town, and all the fashionable bloods came to me for instruction; till at last I had a good mind to set up a Spitting Academy.