Mought I be so bold, in a silly, mountaneous sort of a way, as to ax for another heerin' of it ?" "Do you mean to insult me, Sir ?" shouted the visitor, leaping up with a flaming face, and throwing himself into an attitude of attack.
"Stranger, I mought," answered Mr.Gundry, standing squarely before him, and keeping his hands contemptuously behind his back--"I mought so do, barrin' one little point.

The cutest commissioner in all the West would have to report 'Non compos' if his orders was to diskiver somethin' capable of bein' insulted in a fellow of your natur'." With these words Uncle Sam sat down, and powerfully closed his mouth, signifying that now the matter was taken through every phase of discussion, and had been thoroughly exhausted.

His visitor stared at him for a moment, as if at some strange phenomenon, and then fell back into self-command, without attempting bluster.
"Colonel, you are a 'cure,' as we call it on our side of the herring pond.

What have I done to 'riz your dander,' as you elegantly express it here ?" "Britisher, nothing.

You know no better.