For our legation, though they can't dance, p'raps, as well as the French one can, could set all Europe a dancin' in wide awake airnest, if it chose.
They darsent refuse us nothin', or we would fust embargo, and then go to war.

Any one you want to know, I'll give you the ticket.

Look round, select a good critter, and hold on to the tail, for dear life, and see if you hante a patron, worth havin'.

You don't want none yourself, but you might want one some time or another, for them that's a comin' arter you.
"When I was a half grow'd lad, the bears came down from Nor-West one year in droves, as a body might say, and our woods near Slickville was jist full of 'em.

It warn't safe to go a-wanderin' about there a-doin' of nothin', I tell _you_.