I reads deep of _Walter Scott_ an' waxes to be a sharp on Moslems speshul.

I dreams of the Siege of Acre, an' Richard the Lion Heart; an' I simply can't sleep nights for honin' to hold a tournament an' joust a whole lot for some fair lady's love.
"'Once I commits the error of my career by joustin' with my brother Jeff.

This yere Jeff is settin' on the bank of the Branch fishin' for bullpouts at the time, an' Jeff don't know I'm hoverin' near at all.
Jeff's reedic'lous fond of fishin'; which he'd sooner fish than read _Paradise Lost_.

I'm romancin' along, sim'larly bent, when I notes Jeff perched on the bank.

To my boyish imagination Jeff at once turns to be a Paynim.