It kinder chokes me.

I thought it all though, and said it all to myself.

'And,' sais I, 'take your time, Sam; you can't do it, no how, you can fix-it.

You must wait your time, like other folks.
Your legs is tied, and your arms is tied down by the crowd, and you can't move an inch beyond your nose.

The only way is, watch your chance, wait till you can get your hands up, then turn the fust two persons that's next to you right round, and slip between them like a turn stile in the park, and work your passage that way.