I wish it understood, that this is literally my own story, logged by my old shipmate.
To be sure it did, squire; and haven't I logged it as a shift of wind?
Only a little spruce and hemlock beside had been logged here.
I've logged from the State of Maine to Oregon an' halfways back.
I've logged from Westconsin to the coast, an' never I seen the like.
I got home and ...