📔 Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

[…] so the very keenest seneskal can't see no sign […]

The thunder would go rumbling and grumbling away, and quit—and then rip comes another flash and another sockdologer.

"Jim, this is nice," I says. "I wouldn't want to be nowhere else but here. Pass me along another hunk of fish and some hot corn-bread."