I heard a buzzing sound. Was it she or the wind? No, it was she, Mistress Toothache! Her terrible highness, Satania Infernalis! Heaven deliver and preserve us from her visits!
‘That flagon last night,’ thought Rip Van Winkle, ‘has addled my poor head sadly.’
All on a sudden, crack! crack! went the deck. ‘Heaven have mercy on us!’ cried the sailors, who turned pale with terror, and lifted up their eyes to heaven.
Suddenly the door flew open and there stood the bear—the big, shaggy Bruin! Tired of standing so long in the yard, he had at last broken loose and found his way upstairs and into the attic.