CHAPTER XIV—THE PACT OF “ORPHAN HILL”
AND THE DIVAGATIONS OF DISCONSOLATE IMOGENE
“I’ tell you ’bout that, mare of mine—the more you holler ‘whoa!’
I’ve taught the whelp to clench her teeth and h’ist her tail and go!
And when we got clus’ down to Clark’s, I thought for jest a sell,
I’d make believe we’d run away. So I began to yell,
And old man Pease he hugged his knees and gaffled to his pail,
And now, my boy, purraps you think that turn-out didn’t sail! ”
—“Narrative of Bart of Brighton.