That's what I means to do, anyway.

As for ghostes, I do believe, an' I don't believe." "What?
That a man's spirit comes back after death to trouble folks ?" "I dunno 'bout sperrit: but I heerd a tale wance 'bout a man's remains as gi'ed a peck o' trouble arter death.

'Twas ould Commodore Trounce as the remains belonged to, an' 'tes a queer yarn, ef you niver heerd et afore." Caleb looked at his master.

Mr.Fogo had not yet told the story of his call at "The Bower"; but Caleb saw that he was suffering, and had planned this story as a diversion.
The bait took.

Mr.Fogo looked up expectant, and lit a fresh pipe.
So Caleb settled himself in his corner of the window-seat, and, still keeping an eye on the old schooner, began-- "THE COMMODORE'S PROGRESS.
"You've heerd me spake, sir, o' Joe Bonaday, him as made poetry 'long wi' me wan time when lying becalmed off Ilfrycombe ?" "Certainly." "Well, this Joe were a Barnstaple man, bred an' born.