Who was shedding tears?

says Bob; was it Allbright or the

baby?
Why, Allbright, of course; didn t I tell you the baby was
dead. Been dead three years how could it cry?
Well, never mind how it could cry how could it keep all that
time? says Davy. You answer me that.
I don t know how it done it, says Ed. It done it
though that s all I know about it.
Say what did they do with the bar l? says the Child of
Calamity.
Why, they hove it overboard, and it sunk like a chunk of
lead.
Edward, did the child look like it was choked? says one.
Did it have its hair parted? says another.
What was the brand on that bar l, Eddy? says a fellow they
called Bill.
Have you got the papers for them statistics, Edmund? says
Jimmy.
Say, Edwin, was you one of the men that was killed by the
lightning. says Davy.
Him? O, no, he was both of em, says Bob. Then they all
haw-hawed.
Say, Edward, don t you reckon you d better take a pill? You
look bad don t you feel pale? says the Child of Calamity.
O, come, now, Eddy, says Jimmy, show up; you must a kept
part of that bar l to prove the thing by. Show us the bunghole
do and we ll all believe you.
Say, boys, says Bill, less divide it up. Thar s thirteen of us.
I can swaller a thirteenth of the yarn, if you can worry down
the rest.
Ed got up mad and said they could all go to some place
which he ripped out pretty savage, and then walked off aft
cussing to himself, and they yelling and jeering at him, and
roaring and laughing so you could hear them a mile.
Boys, we ll split a watermelon on that, says the Child of
Calamity; and he come rummaging around in the dark amongst
the shingle bundles where I was, and put his hand on me. I
was warm and soft and naked; so he says Ouch! and jumped
back.