'But there, I've a-been a gude deal in hot countries.

How's deceased takin' the journey ?' says he.
"'He ain't complainin'; but, then, in life he warn't a complainin' sort.

Aw, sir, but a man must be over-nice ef a fun'ral like thes don't satisfy 'n.

Phew! but 'tes awful!' "'What's awful ?' "'The heat,' answers Sam, moppin' his forehead; 'but I s'pose you'm a traveller, an' 'customed to heat.' "'Why, iss,' says t'other, 'I do travel a purty passel to an' fro 'pon th' earth.

Few folks travels more'n me.' "Well, et kep' gettin' hotter an' hotter; an' Sam cussed an' mopped, an' mopped an' cussed, an' all the time the stranger were cool an' aisy.