human
If the tarnation thing gives me the merry ha! ha! neow, after I've shook hands with myself, I'll feel like jumpin' off, and tryin' aout my 'chute, that aint been aired for many a blue moon. But it stands to reason there _must_ be some sorter end to ev'ry night; an' I'll hold on a bit longer. Gosh amighty! what wouldn't I give to feel jest a whiff o' wind caressin' my cheek when I pokes my nose outadoors--but no sech good fortune--we're still in the soup for keeps, Jack 'nd me, wuss luck!