Is your man white or black ?" I didn't answer up prompt.

I tried to, but the words wouldn't come.

I tried for a second or two to brace up and out with it, but I warn't man enough--hadn't the spunk of a rabbit.

I see I was weakening; so I just give up trying, and up and says: "He's white." "I reckon we'll go and see for ourselves." "I wish you would," says I, "because it's pap that's there, and maybe you'd help me tow the raft ashore where the light is.

He's sick--and so is mam and Mary Ann." "Oh, the devil! we're in a hurry, boy.