An' jest ez they wuz settin' down / To take their noonin', Joe looked roun' / And see (acrost lots in a pond / That warn't mor'n twenty rod beyond) / A goose that on the water sot / Ez ef awaitin' to be shot.

I can't ask for help because I am alone.

Why not adhere to that system in spite of all the jugglesome theories and disguised pleas in the interest of our competitors?

How in this humdrum worldkin of ours did mortal men ever come to do this madness?