Ha! Dat's bully!" "Oh, Poleon! I'll be a fine lady, after all," she cried--"just as I've dreamed about! Wasn't it beautiful, that pile of yellow grains and nuggets?
Dear, dear! And part of it is mine! You know I've never had money.

I wonder what it is like to be rich!" "How I'm goin' tell you dat ?" "Oh, well, they will find it on your claims very soon." He shook his head.

"You better knock wood w'en you say dat.

Mebbe I draw de blank again; nobody can't tell.

I've do de sam' t'ing before, an' dose men w'at been workin' my groun' dey're gettin' purty blue." "It's impossible.