Arthur Colton, The Belted Seas
“ And the ladder creaked, and Sadler came over the side. He stepped soft and long like a ghost. “How do?” he says, and sat down, and twankled his banjo. Then I asked, “Why? What for?” I says, “I don't see it,” I says. “It ain't reasonable.” It was well enough for a flamingo, but a man has responsibilities. It's not right for him to be a floating object that's no such thing. He's got no business to be impossible, unless he explains himself. I stated that opinion pretty sharp, but Sadler was calm. “Irish hooked the Harvest Moon” he says, “and lay outside for the steamer. ”
