my gog , but it 'll be a quare scowderment at the day of judgment when they come tumblin ' up in their death-sarks , all jouped together an ' trying ' to drag their tombsteans with them to prove how good they was , some of them trimmlin ' an ' dithering , with their hands that dozzened an ' slippery from lyin ' in the sea that they ca n't even keep their gurp o ' them . '