I rubbed the salt out of my eyes.
"'WELL!' says I.'I swan to man!' "'What is it ?' he says.

'Do you know where we are?
Whose house is that ?' "I looked hard at the shanty.
"'Humph!' I grunted.

'I do declare! Talk about a feller's comin' back to his own.

Whose shanty is that?
Well, it's mine, if you want to know.
The power that looks out for the lame and the lazy has hove us ashore on Woodchuck Island, and that's a piece of real estate I own.' "It sounds crazy enough, that's a fact; but it was true.

Woodchuck Island is a little mite of a sand heap off in the bay, two mile from shore and ten from the nighest town.