"When he says he won't, he won't, and them ropes is the noo 'uns.

He'll have to go on with us now; and I'm blest if I don't think we've lost a good ten minutes over him and his noise." "I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover," came from over our heads.
"Think o' me letting that scare me!" said Ike, giving his whip a vicious _whisk_ through the air.
"But it seemed so strange," I said.
"Ay, it did.

Look yonder," he said.

"That's the norrard.

It looks light, don't it ?" "Yes," I said.
"Ah! it never gets no darker than that all night.