It wus glor'us.

Had some several wives 'fore an' lots of 'm sence; but she wus sweetes' of 'm all.

Strange how a feller 'members sich things an' feels sort o' lonesome like!" The old man's mouth drooped at the corners and he hitched up his buckskin trousers with a ludicrous suggestion of pathos in every line of his attitude.

Unconsciously he sidled closer to Beverley, remotely feeling that he was giving the young man very effective sympathy, well knowing that Alice was the sweet burden of his thoughts.

It was thus Oncle Jazon honestly tried to fortify his friend against what probably lay in store for him.
But Beverley failed to catch the old man's crude comfort thus flung at him.