But what are ye up to?
Where are ye goin' ?" "I'm going to Clark at Kaskaskia to bring him yonder." He waved his hand eastward.

"I am going to take Vincennes and kill Hamilton." "Well, ye're taking a mighty queer course, my boy, if ye ever expect to find Kaskaskia.

Ye're already twenty miles too far south." "Carryin' his gun on the same shoulder all the time," said Oncle Jazon, "has made 'im kind o' swing in a curve like.

'Tain't good luck no how to carry yer gun on yer lef' shoulder.

When you do it meks yer take a longer step with yer right foot than ye do with yer lef' an' ye can't walk a straight line to save yer liver.