Stayed at his house all the afternoon, and then his man, Ezra Hallett, undertook to drive me up here to the depot.

Talk about blind pilotin'! Whew! The Judge's horse was a new one, not used to the roads, Ezra's near-sighted, and I couldn't use my glasses 'count of the rain.
Let alone that, 'twas darker'n the fore-hold of Noah's ark.

Ho, ho! Sometimes we was in the ruts and sometimes we was in the bushes.

I told Ez we'd ought to have fetched along a dipsy lead, then maybe we could get our bearin's by soundin's.

'Couldn't see 'em if we did get 'em,' says he.