Don't tell me it was an accident that he was biled.

There ain't no such a thing as an accident.
'When my uncle Lem was leaning up agin a scaffolding once, sick, or drunk, or suthin, an Irishman with a hod full of bricks fell on him out of the third story and broke the old man's back in two places.

People said it was an accident.

Much accident there was about that.

He didn't know what he was there for, but he was there for a good object.