The rain was descending in a flood.
"Well!" gasped the agitated New Yorker.

"I'll be hanged if this isn't--" "Ain't it?
But say, Mr.Graves, _who_ did you say you was comin' to see ?" "Oh, a person named Elisha Warren.

He lives in this forsaken hole somewhere, I believe.

If I had known what an experience I must go through to reach him, I'd have seen him at the devil." From the bulky figure at the horse's head came a chuckle.
"Humph! Well, Mr.Graves, if the butt of that limb had fetched us, instead of t'other end, I don't know but you _might_ have seen him there.

I'm Elisha Warren, and that's my house over yonder where the lights are.".