"Sam was for a raisin' a rumpus, an' gathered a crowd roun' the door; but they all sided wi' the dapper man, and said 'twas Spaniards' law, an' ef he wudn' pay, he must get out an' berry the Commodore there an' then. So he gi'ed in and pulled out the money, an' off they starts, the dapper man standin' an' bowin' 'pon the platform.
"Well, Sam leant back an' ciphered et out, an' cudn' see the sense o't. 'But,' says he, 'when you'm in Turkey you do as the Turkeys do, 'cordin' to the proverb, so I guess 'tes all right; an' ef et 'pears wrong, 'tes on'y that I bain't used to travellin' wi' corpses;' an' wi' that he settles down an' goes to sleep.
"He hadn' been long sleepin' when the train pulls up agen, an' arter a minnit in comes anuther chap wi' a tellygram.
"'Deceased?' axes the chap, pointin' to the chest.
"'Mod'rately,' says Sam.
"'Wants berryin' p'raps?' says the chap.
"'I reckon he'll hold on a bit longer.'
"'Next parish, likely?'
"'Why, iss,' says Sam, 'or next arter that.'
"'Ah, what et es to be rich!' says the man, kind o' envious-like.