Midnight
Ez thet picter swept befo ' my eyes , ` nd all thar clamors filled my ears , it war more thrillin ' then anything yo ' ever dreamed of . I ken har ther calls , ` nd ther replies , ` nd ther beatin ' uv oars , tho ' thar oars war broken , ` nd ther calls growed still two ` nd three thousand year ago . It war beautiful , Jim , even ef it war all ` lusion ter ther eyes ` nd ears . Do yo ' remember , yo ' read me once ` Ther Midnight Review ? ' Why , Jim , thet war nuthin ' . This uv mine war ther review ev all thar ages , er movin ' picter uv ther world since befo ' civilerzation begun . '' Then the sick man dozed off into sleep again , and Sedgwick bathed his face , and hung over him as a mother watches when the life of her child wavers between this world and the next .