"Hello the house!" But Dr.Ketchup was already asleep.

"Takes a mighty long time to wake up a fat man," soliloquized Jonas.

"He gits so used to hearin' hisself snore that he can't tell the difference 'twixt snorin' and thunder.
Hello! Hello the house! I say, hello the blacksmith-shop! Dr.Ketchup, why don't you git up?
Hello! Corn-sweats and calamus! Hello! Whoop! Hurrah for Jackson and Dr.Ketchup! Hello! Thunderation! Stop thief! Fire! Fire! Fire! Murder! Murder! Help! Help! Hurrah! Treed the coon at last!" This last exclamation greeted the appearance of Dr.Ketchup's head at the window.
"Are you drunk, Jonas Harrison?
Go 'way with your hollering, or I'll have you took up," said Ketchup.
"You'll find that tougher work than making horseshoes any day, my respectable friend and feller-citizen.

I'll have you took up fer sleeping so sound and snorin' so loud as to disturb all creation and the rest of your neighbors.

I've heard you ever sence I left Anderson's, and thought 'twas a steamboat.