An' oaths?
Why, you cou'd _feel_ the oaths.
An' there he sot an' cussed, an' cussed an' sot, an' let the hatefulness run out like watter from a pump.
"In cou'se, 'twarnt long afore the rest gather'd round to larn what the mess was, an' then there was Chevychace.

They handed round the eye, an' looked at et this way an' that, an' 'splained what had happen'd wan to t'other; an' then they hushed an' stood quiet while their dasayved brother cussed hissel' out.

Not a smile 'mongst the lot, sir; not a wink, as I be a truthful man.
"At las' he'd a-done, an' not too soon for hes lungs; an' then the lot sat down an' conseddered et out, an' still not a word for minnits togither.

But all to wanst up starts a youngish-lookin' rook, an' makes a speech.
"'Twarn't a long speech, sir, an' nat'rally I didn't understand a word: but I cotched his drift in a minnit, tho'.

For they rooks started up, walked back to their seats, an' what do 'ee think they did ?" "I couldn't pretend to guess," said Mr.Fogo.
"They jes' started that sarvice agan, sir, an' paradised et from start to finish.