Half of the time Martin wouldn’t look at the different things at all. But he said that he had never visited Edinburgh before, and that he wanted to take in all the sights.
And I believe my soul wuz raced through every solitary street that day we wuz out together.
He seemed to feel well when we got back to the hotel, he seemed to sort o’ wake up or roust up. I d’no as he had been sound asleep, mebby he’d been in a deep study about sunthin’—about his money-makin’, I guess. But his eyes wuz shet a good deal of the time.
But he said, with a happy look, that we had accomplished a great deal.
I knew he’d accomplished one thing, he had jest about killed one female.
And my poor pardner! poor creeter! wuz not his looks pitiful? He bore up in Martin’s sight (that man is kinder deceitful, but I wouldn’t want him to hear that I said it).
But when we wuz alone, he would take on, and limp, more’n I believe wuz neccessary.
Sez I—“You’ve no need to limp, Josiah; you rid most all the way.”
“Rid! I should think I had rid! I’m bed rid, that’s what ails me! I never shall be good for nothin’ agin. We’ve been four hundred milds sence we sot out, if we’ve been a step!”
And he sunk down onto the bed and groaned loud, so’s you could hear him quite a good ways.