I reckon, though, 'twould be other if I had a family round the bed.

But there ain't none o' the boys left to stand by me now.
It's hard." "What's hard ?" "Why, that two out o' the three should be called afore me.

And hard is the manner of it.

It's hard that, after Samuel died o' fever, Jim shud be blown up at Herodsfoot powder-mill.

He made a lovely corpse, did Samuel; but Jim, you see, he hadn't a chance.