I see,’ responded the reg’lar, with a knowing wink, but without evincing the slightest disinclination to undertake the charge—‘I see—bit o’ Sving, eh?’ and his one eye wandered round the room, as if in quest of a dark lantern and phosphorus-box. ‘But, I say!’ he continued, recalling the eye from its search, and bringing it to bear on Mr.
He cannot moof, so full mit gabbages are he. No, he didn't yump, he yoost sving himself over mit dot fence." "Slush! Yer gittin' plumb dotty. No pig could swing hisself over thet fence." "But it's der only vay vat he could, und Song, der Chineser cook, saw him did it." "You don't believe what a Chinyman tells yer, do yer?" "What did Song say?