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"The wu'st case o' 'nebr'ancy this State 's ever known," said Captain Dan Kirtland, "was a man up to Callis jail, 't had been 'bleedged to take a spree on 'lemon extract; he sot fire t' everything he could lay his hand to." "Look a' that, will ye?" said Captain Pharo to the haughty Washingtonian; "yit you don't know nothin' 'bout ructions.
"Now's my time," thought Joel. "Mam's sure to get talkin' with Mrs. Bean and stay half an hour or more." He ran up the garret stairs, and drew the bolt that held Harry captive. "Joel, I want you to let me out of this place." "Oh, gracious!" exclaimed Joel, in apparent dismay. "Dad would give me the wu'st kind of a lickin'." "Would he know how I got out?" asked Harry. "I don't know.
"You ain' got sense 'nuff to know you ain' got no sense an' dat's de wu'st fix a body kin be in!" "Who says so?" Zack was driven to a question. "Eve'ybody says so! 'Tain' no secret 'tween heah an' town!" "You don' 'tatch 'nuff 'portance to me," he glared at her, quivering with indignation, "Since you lef heah de Cunnel don' do nuthin' 'thout fu'st axin' me!"
The rain began to fall in torrents, and Mr. Randall was as uncomfortable as the director of a country bank could be. "Go below, sir!" shouted Captain John to the unhappy man. "Is it safe?" asked Mr. Randall. "Safe enough." "Won't she sink?" "Sink? no; she can't sink," replied the skipper. "The wu'st on't's over now."
I often think of the sailormen at sea when the snow beats against the window and the winds howl around the corner." "The wu'st blow I ever remember," began the skipper, leaning back and hooking his brown hands behind his head like a basket, "was my second trip to Bonis Airis general cargo out, to fetch back hides.
All hope seemed gone. Wiles, apparently wishing more to show a brave front to man than a humble and contrite spirit to God, simply said: "I've nuthin' to say to de likes uv you'uns; only I defy ye to do yer wu'st."
"I don't, myself, nuss grudges in times of distress, Cap Sproul," shouted Todd. "You kicked me. I know that. But you was in the wrong, and you got the wu'st of it. Proverdunce has allus settled my grudges for me in jest that way. I forgive and pass on, but Proverdunce don't. Take that fence-rail. It sha'n't ever be said by man that Marengo Todd nussed a grudge."
When his slatternly wife had complained: "Them miners an' loggers jest louzes up a body's house," he had wagged his head dejectedly and spread his great black-nailed hands. "If that's ther wu'st thing they does hit'll be a plum God's blessin'," he replied. "Ther law p'intedly fo'ces a tavern-keeper ter sleep an' eat man an' beast ef so be they kin pay."
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