Every thing is so strange and odd." "Why, what's to do now ?" asked the Sawyer, coming to my side of the wheel and looking at me, with his spectacles tilted up, and his apron wedged in a piece of timber, and his solid figure resting in the impossibility of hurry.

"Missy, don't you make a noise out there.

You can't have your own way always." "Oh, Uncle Sam, don't talk like that.

I am in such a fright about you.
Do come out and look at the mountains." "I have seen the mountains often enough, and I am up to every trick of them.

There may be a corn or two of rain; no more.