But I can't figger thet.

You girls will never want to leave thet senaca of his." "What's a senaca ?" asked Helen, as she shifted her foot to let him tighten the cinches on her saddle.
"Thet's Mexican for park, I guess," he replied.

"These mountains are full of parks; an', say, I don't ever want to see no prettier place till I get to heaven....

There, Ranger, old boy, thet's tight." He slapped the horse affectionately, and, turning to his own, he stepped and swung his long length up.
"It ain't deep crossin' here.

Come on," he called, and spurred his bay.
The stream here was wide and it looked deep, but turned out to be deceptive.
"Wal, girls, here beginneth the second lesson," he drawled, cheerily.
"Ride one behind the other--stick close to me--do what I do--an' holler when you want to rest or if somethin' goes bad." With that he spurred into the thicket.