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The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Volume 01 by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
page 86 of 178 (48%)
Englisher, that tried to jump across it.

"'Oh creation, how cold it was! The moment that spirit
rose, mine fell, and I actilly thought I should have
dropt lumpus, I was so skeered. Give me your hand, said
Ghost, for I didn't see nothin' but a kinder dark shadow.
Give me your hand. I think it must ha' been the squaw,
for it begged for all the world, jist like an Indgian.
I'd see you hanged fust, said I; I wouldn't touch that
are dead tacky hand o' yourn' for half a million o' hard
dollars, cash down without any ragged eends; and with
that, I turned to run out, but Lord love you I couldn't
run. The stones was all wet and slimy, and onnateral
slippy, and I expected every minute, I should heels up
and go for it: atween them two critters the Ghost and
the juicy ledge, I felt awful skeered I tell _you_. So
I begins to say my catechism; what's your name, sais I?
Rufus Dodge. Who gave you that name? Godfather and
godmother granny Eells. What did they promise for you?
That I should renounce the devil and all his
works--works--works--I couldn't get no farther, I stuck
fast there, for I had forgot it.

"'The moment I stopt, ghost kinder jumped forward, and
seized me by my mustn't-mention'ems, and most pulled the
seat out. Oh dear! my heart most went out along with it,
for I thought my time had come. You black she-sinner of
a heathen Indgian! sais I; let me go this blessed minite,
for I renounce the devil and all his works, the devil
and all his works--so there now; and I let go a kick
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