CHAPTER V.
HOW AN ABSENT-MINDED MAN, THAT HATED WOMEN, TOOK A HOUSE BY THE WATER-SIDE, AND LIVED THEREIN WITH ONE SERVANT.
"Well, sir," said Caleb Trotter, when the boat was pushed off, "what do 'ee think of 'em ?" Mr.Fogo, whose wits had been wool-gathering, came to himself with a start.

"I think they are very good people." "You may say that! The likes o' those Twins you won't see again, not ef you live to be a hundred.

Seems to me," he went on reflectively, "that Natur', when she turned out the fust, got so pleased wi' herself that she was bound to try her hand at a dooplicity, just to relieve her feelin's." "A what ?" "A dooplicity, sir, otherwise another of the same identical." "Oh, I see." "Iss, sir.

'Tes like that rhyme about the Force o' Natur' what cudn' no furder go, and you can't do 't agen, not ef you try all you know." "You are fond of poetry, I see," said Mr.Fogo, with a smile.
"Puffec'ly dotes on et, sir." "Have you ever composed any yourself ?" "Once 'pon a time, sir," said Caleb, pausing in his work, and leaning forward very mysteriously.

"Ef you cares to hear, I don't mind tellin' 'ee; on'y you must gi' me your Davy you won't let et out to nobody." Mr.Fogo gave the required promise.
"Well, 'twas in this way.