I was aboard of one of Rodney’s fleet, dye see, about the time we licked De Grasse, Mounsheer Lor Quaw’s countryman, there; and the wind was here at the south’ard and east'ard; and I was below, mixing a
toothful of hot stuff for the captain of marines, who dined, dye see, in the cabin, that there very same day; and I suppose he wanted to put out the captain’s fire with a gun-room ingyne; and so, just as I got it to my own liking, after tasting pretty often, for the soldier was difficult to please, slap came the foresail agin’ the mast, whiz went the ship round on her heel, like a whirligig.
Bucket frequently observes, in friendly circles where there is no restraint, that he likes a
toothful of your fine old brown East Inder sherry better than anything you can offer him.