I had the road all to myself, and I fairly flew -
leastways, I had it all to myself except the solid dark,
and the now-and-then glares, and the buzzing of the
rain, and the thrashing of the wind, and the splitting
of the thunder; and sure as you are born I did clip it
along!
When I struck the town I see there warn't nobody
out in the storm, so I never hunted for no back streets,
but humped it
straight through the main one; and
when I begun to get towards our house I aimed my
eye and set it.