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Ez I war a-ridin' along through the woods this mornin' I kem acrost a striplin' lad a-walkin' through the undergrowth ez onconsarned ez a killdee an' ez nimble. An' under his chin war a fiddle, an' his head war craned down ter it." He mimicked the attitude as he stood on the hearth. "He never looked up wunst.
"Ah, gentlemen," he said, "you follow de sea, eh?" "No," sais I, "the sea often follows us, especially when the wind is fair." "True, true," he said; "I forget dat. It followed me one time. Oh, I was wunst lost at sea; and it's an awful feelin'. I was out of sight of land one whole day, all night, and eetle piece of next day. Oh, I was proper frightened.
"Well, ma'am," remarked the Cap'n, dryly, as he seated himself in another chair, "I've waded across a cove wunst or twice at low water." "I should love so to hear a mariner talk of his adventures. I have never had much chance to talk with any man I mean any sailor. I have been kept I mean I have stayed very closely at home all my life."
It's what they call 'ist'ry." Dickie, after some reflection, said, "D'jever 'ear of Here Ward?" "I knowed a Jake Ward wunst." "Here Ward the Wake. He ain't a bloke you'd know 'e's in 'istry. Tell you if you like." The tale of Hereward the Wake lasted till the jolting perambulator came to anchor in a hollow place among thick furze bushes.
"Go back there, and 'tend to your business as I told you, or I'll break you in two." The sight of the dreadful bottle pointed at him completely unnerved the rebel. He fell on his knees. "O, Mister Yank Mister Conjure-man! don't put no spell on me. Pray to God, don't! I had one on me wunst, when I was little, and liked to've died from hit. I haint no real rebel.
"You'se not de fuss pusson from de Norf, massa, dat's been 'stounded by what de niggers say in de Souf here. I 'member wunst old Massar hab a fren cum here from somewhar, State of York, I tink 'twas, an' he taut a great sight ob him, and took him roun' de city in de big carriage, and made big dinners for him, and 'vited all his notorious 'quaintances to meet him at his house, and all dat.
I never knowed but one gal in my life as had ciphered into fractions, and she was so dog-on stuck up that she turned up her nose one night at a apple-peelin' bekase I tuck a sheet off the bed to splice out the table-cloth, which was rather short. And the sheet was mos' clean too. Had-n been slep on more'n wunst or twicet.
She still gazed meditatively at the fire as if it held a scroll of her recollections, which she gradually interpreted anew. "I looked back wunst, an' one o' them rebs had sot down on a log an' war sobbin' ez ef his heart would bust.
'And she never came to any harm? I said, holding the great muscular hands between my two palms, unwilling to let them go. 'She never came to any harm? 'Ain't I said so more nor wunst?
I don't leave yer up yere to play no tricks now which is it?" Moore stared over the edge into the black depths. "Yer want me to show you the way?" "Yer say you've made the trip wunst. If yer have, yer kin do it again. I'm askin' yer fer the last time." The boy shivered, but his jaw set.
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