Did you ever hear the beat of that in your life ?' says Nate.
"However, Augustus had soaked so much science and sociology into that weak noddle of his that they kind of made him drunk, as you might say, and the doctor had sent him down to board with the Scudders and sleep it off.

'Nervous prostration' was the way he had his symptoms labeled, and the nerve part was all right, for if a hen flew at him he'd holler and run.

Scart! you never see such a scart cat in your born days.

Scart of a boat, scart of being seasick, scart of a gun, scart of everything! Most special he was scart of Uncle Nate.

The said uncle kept him that way so's he wouldn't dast to kick at the grub him and Huldy Ann give him, I guess.
"'Augustus Tolliver,' says old Dixland, noddin'.