Reckon you know 'bout Colonel Dewey, him th' Bal' up thar's named fer?
Maybe you come t' look fer the big mine they say's in th' cave?
I'll hep you hunt hit, if you want me to, Mister." "No," said the other, "I am not looking for mines of lead or zinc; there is greater wealth in these hills and forests, young man." "Law, you don't say! Jim Wilson allus 'lowed thar must be gold in these here mountains, 'cause they're so dad burned rough.

Lemme hep you, Mister.

I'd like mighty well t' git some clothes like them." "I do not speak of gold, my boy," the stranger answered kindly.
"But I must not keep you longer, or darkness will overtake us.

Do you think this Mr.Lane would entertain me ?" Jed pushed a hand up under his tattered old hat, and scratched awhile before he answered, "Don't know 'bout th' entertainin', Mister, but 'most anybody would take you in." He turned and looked thoughtfully up the trail.

"I don't guess Jim's to home though; 'cause I see'd Sammy a fixin' t' go over t' th' Matthews's when I come past.