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"April 4, 1884 no, April 3d 2d oh, dear, it's goin' back so fast I can't tell ye the truth about it!" "Early in 1884," Droop repeated, in awe-struck accents. "An' we're a-whirlin' off one day every second just about one year in six minutes. Great Criminy crickets! When was you born, Cousin Phoebe?" "Second of April, 1874." "Ten years. One year in six minutes gives ye jest one hour to live.
"I suppose they'll have Red Rock Coulee all mussed up," reflected the Texan, with a grin. "You wait 'til I tell the boys." "Don't you. They'd hurt him. He's a-whirlin' a bigger loop than he can throw, the way it is." Curt fumbled in his slicker and produced a flask which he tendered. Tex shook his head: "No thanks, I ain't drinkin'." "You ain't what?"
Wigglesworth, momentarily taken aback, "though w'en I comes to think on it that must a been at the bottom of it. You see, w'en Samuel went at 'is books of a night 'e'd no more than begin at a sum an' 'e'd say to 'is ma, 'My brain's a-whirlin', ma', just like that, and 'is ma would 'ave to pull 'is book away, just drag it away, you might say. Oh, 'e's 'ad a 'ard time, 'as Samuel."
Jack was a good bold boy, sure enough, and he got the key into the lock and turned it. Wid that I swung the door open for him, so hard that it crashed against the wall and near shook the house down. And then me fine boy saw all the casks and the hogsheads in the cellar a-swingin' and a-rockin' and a-whirlin' around, as if all the wine had been in him instead of in them.
"Jest then some gent on a hoss goes whoopin' up the street a-yellin' an' a-whirlin' the loop of his rope, an' allowin' generally he's havin' a mighty good time. "'Who's this yere toomultuous man on the hoss? says Enright, a- regardin' of him in a displeased way from the door. "'I meets him up the street a minute back, says Dan Boggs, 'an' he allows he's called "The Man from Red Dog."
"Well, I've thought about that a good many times when I've been sailin'. I could see it all, jest the way he put it, the earth a-whirlin' and twirlin', and the fire and flames a-shootin' up to the sky, and rocks and stones and stuff a'b'ilin' and flyin' " Uncle William's eye dwelt lovingly on the picture.
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