Here I am pumping a little more of my vocabulary at you. I think
that I will go into the ocean and have a swim. It's dulce on
my wounds. What I want to tell you is about an old sea loafer
here--a big, black dog. He isn't any kind of a dog--nothing but a
world-man-dog, he is. He is a lover of the sea and sand. He goes
down with us every day. He is a pal for the road. He can't follow
the saddel like Jack, but he can shore be a frend. I have lerned
him and he has lerned me. We stick close.
Well, pal of the sea and saddel, I am getting awful lonesome, but
I am with you all the time. I need your old paw. I shore keep high
for the Spring Coming. We will have a shack back in the hills all
alone, and drink tea and talk. Don't it sound good? I won't forget
it either, not until we have it. We have planned it for many ages,
and we will hafto have it--old pal of the moonlight rides.