“Leakin’,” says Moses.
“Well, well!”
“Goin’ down,” Moses screamed.
“Knowed she would,” my uncle roared. “Can’t last long in this. What’s that?”
’Twas floe ice.
“Still water,” says he. “Leave me have that there wheel, Dannie. Go t’ sleep!”
I would stand by him.
“Go t’ sleep!” he commanded. “I’ll wake ye afore she goes.”
I went to sleep: but the fool, I recall, beat me at it; he was in a moment snoring....