I happened to mention, just as a sort of starter, you know, somethin' about the cranb'ry crop this fall; and after that all he could say was 'cranb'ries, cranb'ries, cranb'ries!' 'Hear you've got comp'ny,' says I.'Did you ?' says he.

'Now ain't it strange how things'll get spread around?
Only yesterday I heard that Joe Dimick's swamp was just loaded down with "early blacks." And yet when I went over to look at it there didn't seem to be so many.

There ain't much better cranb'ries anywhere than our early blacks,' he says.

'You take 'em--' And so on, and so on, and so on.

_I_ didn't care nothin' about the dratted early blacks, but he didn't seem to care for nothin' else.