I've thought more than once 'bout that old town, Troy, that Paul tells us 'bout, an' I've 'bout made up my mind that it wuzn't destroyed 'cause Helen eat too many golden apples, but 'cause old King Prime, or whoever built the place, put it down in a plain.

That wuz shore a pow'ful foolish thing.

Now, ef he'd built it on a mountain, with a steep fall-off on every side, thar wouldn't hev been enough Greeks in all the earth to take it, considerin' the miserable weepins they used in them times.

Why, Hector could hev set tight on the walls, laughin' at 'em, 'stead o' goin' out in the plain an' gittin' killed by A-killus, fur which I've always been sorry." "It's 'cause people nowadays have more sense than they did in them ancient times that Paul tells about," said Long Jim.

"Now, thar wuz 'Lyssus, ten or twelve years gittin' home from Troy.