Here I shall quote you again from the diary of Uncle Eb.

'It was so dark I couldn't see a han' before me.

"Don't p'int yer gun at me," the man whispered.

Thought 'twas funny he could see me when I couldn't see him.
Said 'twas his home an' we'd better leave.

Tol him I was sick (rumatiz) an' couldn't stir.