Wot's worse is we drove right by that very day because the
bloody 'orse in Pennsylvania had the bleedin' impaction colic,
aw bloody 'ell, at least I saw Cadillac Mtn. and T'under 'ole
(at low tide, so no t'under just 'ole) and Pushaw Lake and
played box on the porch of t'oose for said lake two days in a
row...

(P.S. t'orse is fine now, 3 gallons of mineral oil up
the nose n'out t'arse later, bloody t'orobreds, which he threw
a shoe pawin' n'aw wi' 'is bellyache and 'tween bill from
vetrinary an' bill from smithy will be a misery.)