[…] it seemed entirely right and fitting that the wind sang and sobbed in the poplar tops, and in the lulls of it, sudden spirts of rain spattered the already dusty roads, on that blusterous March day when Edward and I awaited, on the station platform, the arrival of the new tutor.

The truth is that nobody remembered; they had all been absolutely steamboats.

ybarred, yclept, yclad, ybaptized

At the same time we got speared, the horses got speared too, and jumped and bucked all about, and got into the swamp.