Ye've the first chance, mon, fra in your life is the great prize mine will forever lack.

I canna get to the bottom of the pot, but I'm going to come close to it as I can; and as for ye, empty it! Take it all! It's yours! It's fra the mon who finds it, and we own the location." "Aha! We own the location," repeated Jimmy.

"I should say we do! Behold our hotbed of riches! I often lay awake nights thinkin' about my attachmint to the place.
"How dear to me heart are the scanes of me childhood, Fondly gaze on the cabin where I'm doomed to dwell, Those chicken-coop, thim pig-pen, these highly piled-wood Around which I've always raised Hell." Jimmy turned in at his own gate, while Dannie passed to the cabin beyond.

He entered, set the dripping rat bag in a tub, raked open the buried fire and threw on a log.

He always ate at Jimmy's when Jimmy was at home, so there was no supper to get.