“Here I take my stand, I cannot do otherwise. God help me!”
But anon the voice of my pardner drawed me back down the long aisle of the years wet with blood, black with the Inquisition, with little oases of Peace scattered along, shinin’ through the lurid battle clouds.
His voice rousted me as it sed, “Hain’t you never goin’ to git that nightcap off, Samantha? I’m almost starved to death, though what I’m goin’ to eat, goodness knows.”
And as I hastily took off my nightcap and wadded up my back hair, he resoomed—
“I never wuz any case to eat clear pepper and ginger for any length of time, or allspice.” Sez he, “I am slowly wastin’ away, Samantha; I’ll bet I weigh five or six ounces less than I did when I left home.” Sez he, pitifully, “It seems to me, Samantha, if I could set down once more quiet in our own home and eat one of your good breakfusts, I would be willin’ to die.”
“Wall,” sez I, “less try to bear up and lot on gittin’ back home agin.” Sez I, “One of the noblest fruits of travel, Josiah, is the longin’ it gives us to be back home agin and settle down and rest.”
He assented with a deep sithe, and at my request hooked up my dress skirt in the back.
At my request he hooked up my dress skirt in the back.
Wall, knowin’ Martin’s pecular, but, as I found out afterwards, popular idees of travel, I didn’t expect to remain long in Spain; but we did stay there several days, for, as Martin sed, after comin’ so fur he wanted to make a exhaustive study of the country; so we stayed most a week.