"Snakes more," says he; "rattle-snakes. You're right to a certain
extent, stranger. There air some catawampous chawers in the small way
too, as graze upon a human pretty strong; but don't mind THEM--they're
company. It's snakes," he says, "as you'll object to; and whenever you
wake and see one in a upright poster on your bed," he says, "like a
corkscrew with the handle off a-sittin' on its bottom ring, cut him
down, for he means wenom."'
'Why didn't you tell me this before!' cried Martin, with an expression
of face which set off the cheerfulness of Mark's visage to great
advantage.
'I never thought on it, sir,' said Mark. 'It come in at one ear, and
went out at the other. But Lord love us, he was one of another Company,
I dare say, and only made up the story that we might go to his Eden, and
not the opposition one.'
'There's some probability in that,' observed Martin. 'I can honestly say
that I hope so, with all my heart.'
'I've not a doubt about it, sir,' returned Mark, who, full of the
inspiriting influence of the anecodote upon himself, had for the moment
forgotten its probable effect upon his master; 'anyhow, we must live,
you know, sir.
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