Here, by godfreys! there ain't nothin' nor nobody.
I'm goin' fishin' again, where I can be sociable." "Humph!" commented Seth, "you must be lonesome all to once.

Ain't my company good enough for you ?" "Company! A heap of company you are! When I'm awake you're asleep and snorin' and--" "I never snored in my life," was the indignant interruption "What?
YOU'LL snore when you're dead, and wake up the whole graveyard.
Lonesome!" he continued, without giving his companion a chance to retort, "lonesome ain't no name for this place.

No company but green flies and them moskeeters, and nothin' to look at but salt water and sand and--and--dummed if I can think of anything else.

Five miles from town and the only house in sight shut tight.

When I come here you told me that bungalow was opened up every year--" "So it has been till this season." "And that picnics come here every once in a while." "Don't expect picnickers to be such crazy loons as to come here in winter time, do you ?" "I don't know.