A woman who looked as if she belonged there, hearn me and sez, “Who is Josiah?” “My pardner,” sez I, and I continued, “You have a kind face, mom; have you seen him? Have you seen Josiah Allen?”
“Pretty soon it begun to move and one by one they wuz throwed off and went down I know not where.” (See page 260)
“Describe him,” sez she, “there wuz a man here just now hunting for some woman.”
“Oh, he is very beautiful!”
“Young?” sez she.
“Well, no; about my age or a little older.”