He could play it an' sing it most beautiful, an' I took to it right off.

It grips you about the heart some way or other, an' it sounds best when you are out at night on a river like this.

Harry, I know that you're goin' through our mountins to git to Richmond an' the war.

Me an' that lunkhead Ike, my nephew, hev took a likin' to you.

Now, what do you want to git your head shot off fur?
S'pose you stop up in the hills with us.