Sary Jones died, poor old soul--she's better off--an' one of my cows run away.

Milt, she's wild when she gits loose in the woods.
An' you'll have to track her, 'cause nobody else can.

An' John Dakker's heifer was killed by a lion, an' Lem Harden's fast hoss--you know his favorite--was stole by hoss-thieves.

Lem is jest crazy.

An' that reminds me, Milt, where's your big ranger, thet you'd never sell or lend ?" "My horses are up in the woods, Auntie; safe, I reckon, from horse-thieves." "Well, that's a blessin'.