Great folks are like great folks, marchants like marchants, and so on.

It's a pictur, it looks like life, but' it tante.

The animal is tamed here; he is fatter than the wild one, but he hante the spirit.
"You have seen-Old Clay in a pastur, a racin' about, free from harness, head and tail up, snortin', cavortin', attitudinisin' of himself.

Mane flowin' in the wind, eye-ball startin' out, nostrils inside out a'most, ears pricked up.

_A nateral hoss_; put him in a waggon, with a rael spic and span harness, all covered over with brass buckles and brass knobs, and ribbons in his bridle, rael jam.