"Where ARE you goin'! It doesn't seem as if this could be the right road!" "I don't know whether 'tis or not; but it's too narrow and too dark to turn 'round, so we've got to go ahead, that's all." "Oh, heavens! What a jounce that was! Seems to me you're awful reckless.
I wish Kenelm was drivin'; he's always so careful." This was too much.

Mr.Hammond suppressed his feelings no longer.
"I wish to thunder he was!" he roared.

"I wish Kenelm or some other dam' fool was here instead of me." "Caleb HAMMOND!" "I don't care, Hannah.

You're enough to drive a deacon to swearin'.
It's been nothin' but nag, nag, nag, fight, fight, fight ever since this cruise started.

If--if we row like this afore we're married what'll it be afterwards?
Talk about bein' independent! Git dap there!" this a savage roar at George Washington, who had stopped again.