Billions of miles off is ny new home, where I spend eternity writin' things that make what I writ on earth look like nothin','-- or some sich nonsense.
Doc looked back at me once, proud as sin, an' then he swelled out his lungs, an' run his hand over his whiskers, like you've seen him do.

He was gittin' wound up for a good talk.
"If I do say it myself, Doc's a good talker, an' I figgered he'd make Moller hustle.

I see Doc was goin' to spread hisself to do credit to Shakespeare.

He hadn't no doubt that one spirit would recognize another, so he says, like he was makin' a speech, 'You know who I am ?' "'I do,' says Moller.
"'Then,' says Doc, 'since my spirit eyes are blinded by this mortal body, may I ask who you are ?' He didn't hardly breathe.

Then Moller jerked.