Well, if he was all of a suddent to turn into Marmoset an' swaller himself, an' then jump down the throat of Grampus, and the whole consarn, canoe and all, to disappear, I don't think that I would be much surprised." "Would you not, Barney?
I suspect that I should be, a little, under the circumstances; perhaps the old Nigger would be more so." "Niver a taste," continued Barney.

"Ye see, if that was to happen, I would then know that it was all a drame.

I've more than wance expected to wake up since I comed into furrin parts; the only thing that kapes me in doubt about it is the baccy." "How so, Barney ?" "Why, bekase it tastes so rael, good luck to it! that I can't git myself to think it's only a drame.

Jist look, now," he continued, in the same tone of voice; "if it wasn't a drame, how could I see sich a thing as that standin' on the rock over there ?" Martin glanced towards the spot pointed out by his friend, and immediately started up with surprise.
"Hallo! Barney, that's no dream, I'll vouch for it.

He's an Indian, and a very ugly one too, I declare.