What do you reckon they're thinkin'?
Hope they'll keep it up 'till Jim--Sh--h--h Here comes another.

It's that ornery Jim Bowles from the mouth of Indian Creek." The man approached the cabin, but stopped some distance away and called, "Hello, ol' man!" "Well, what do you want ?" answered Mr.Howitt.
"Who's that there feller you got with you ?" "A friend." "Yes! We all 'lowed hit war a friend, an' we all want t' see him powerful bad.

Can't he come out an' play with us, Mister ?" Another laugh came from the group under the tree.
Young Matt whispered, "Keep him a talkin', Dad;" and Mr.Howitt called, "He doesn't feel like playing to-night.

Come back to- morrow." At this the spokesman dropped his bantering tone, "Look a here, ol' man.

We'uns ain't got no time t' be a foolin' here.