Youth and middle age a-callin’ out to each other——
“Loss! loss!” and “Gain! gain!” as the case might be.
Jonesville and London, “Yell! yell!”
Love! peace! death! danger! “Shriek! shriek!”
Them you love who wuz here on earth, and them who’d gone over the Great Flood, “Shout! shout!”
“Ship ahoy! What hail!”
Queer sounds as I ever hearn floated in on them high yells, borne by the winds and the washin’ waves of ocean depths and the misty billows from Sleep Land, broken up some as they drifted and mixed with the billows of our own realm.
But daylight would always seem to calm down this tumult and bring more lusid and practical idees.
Wall, the time come when we tottered up on deck, two pale, thin figgers, to be confronted by other faces that wuz as wan, and some that wuz wanner.
