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There's maybe three men in the world besides Jo Pomery could ha' done it the Lord knows how, unless 'tis by sense o' smell. And he've a-lost his bearin's, says you!" "Well then," I ventured, "perhaps he has a fancy to land part of his cargo duty-free." "That's likelier," Billy assented. "I don't say 'tis the truth, mind you: for if 'tis truth, why should the man choose to fetch land by daylight?
Some o' the men, when they was runnun for dear life, must ha' struck 'em, out o' madness like, an' laved 'em to die where they was. 'T was the whelp was n' quite dead. 'Ee'll think 't was foolish, Sir, but it seemed as though they was somethun to me, an' I'd a-lost the last friendly thing there was.
When they had quite receded behind the tree-trunks and he stood alone, Uncle Benjy, to their surprise, set up a loud shout, altogether beyond the imagined power of his lungs. 'Man a-lost! man a-lost! he cried, repeating the exclamation several times; and then ran and hid himself behind a corner of the building. Soon the door opened, and Festus and his guests came tumbling out upon the green.
"When you reach my years you'll have learnt to wait. Now, if you'd asked me, I'd have chosen the grenadiers: they're every bit as good as a light company for this work." "Ay grenadiers and Number 4. Why not? It's cruel hard." I asked in my ignorance what was happening. My neighbour turned to me with a grin. "Happening? Why, you've a-lost your chance of death or victory, that's all.
An' I want to add, son, that if we-all could have kept on winnin' for two hours more, we'd a-lost eight thousand dollars." "'It's like this yere stage hold-up on Enright, concloodes Cherokee; 'it's a harassin' instance of where the more you wins, the more you lose. "About this time, Enright an' Jack Moore comes in.
So I was obliged to move away as soon as I could; but go where I would there was no peace, for he'd a-lost his speech except some few sounds, and I couldn't let mun run with other children, for they always make sport of such poor things as he.
"Well, the men come, and I was well enough pleased to keep mun dancing round me, and poor Jan with the rest of mun, for you may depend that I wasn't going to let he go. I'd a-been a bit spoiled, for my mother had had a boy and another maid besides me, and fine children too, as I've been told; but she'd a-lost the both of them o' smallpox, so that there wasn't but me left.
''Tis our duty to help folks in distress, said Festus. 'Man a-lost, where are you? ''Twas across there, said one of his friends. 'No! 'twas here, said another. Meanwhile Uncle Benjy, coming from his hiding-place, had scampered with the quickness of a boy up to the door they had quitted, and slipped in. In a moment the door flew together, and Anne heard him bolting and barring it inside.
He can use a word like "parish" not, as Crabbe did, for purposes of pure narration but in a passage of heightened rhetoric: But when you be a-lost vrom the parish, zome more Will come on in your pleazen to bloom an' to die; An' the zummer will always have maidens avore Their doors, vor to chatty an' zee volk goo by.
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