“Hain’t got done my story yit! Jest ye wait
till then.
—Soon’s I see’d that critter start, hollered
loud’s a loon,
’Jeero cris’mus, Jim,’ said I, ‘startin’ for the
moon?’
Jim looked down an’ said, says he, ‘Don’t
know where I’ll fetch,
Ner care a rap so long’s I dodge old Beals, the
mean old wretch!