well-i'll-be-jiggered

Updated: May 12, 2025

You ran across the fields to the Tuxall place and went around let me see; the wind had shifted to the northeast yes; to the northeast of the barn and quite a distance away. There you saw a man at work in his shirt." "Well-I'll-be-jiggered!" said the boy in measured tones. "Where were you hiding, Mr. Jones?" "Not behind the tree there, anyway," returned the Ad-Visor with a chuckle.

Samuel Hopkins Adams - Average Jones