He was a shew, and when he got up to his hoss, and held on to his mane, and first lifted up one leg and then the other to let the water run out of his boots.

I couldn't hold in no longer, but laid back and larfed till I thought on my soul I'd fall off into the river too.
"'Elder,' says I, 'I thought when a man jined your sect, 'he could never "_fall off agin_," but I see you ain't no safer than other folks arter all.' "'Come,' says he, 'let me be, that's a good soul, it's bad enough, without being larfed at, that's a fact.

I can't account for this caper, no how.' "'It's very strange too, ain't it! What on airth got into the hoss to make him act so ugly.

Can you tell, Mr.Slick ?' "'Why,' sais I, 'he don't know English yet, that's all.

He waited for them beautiful French oaths that Goodish used.