We've the river on ane side, and the bluff on the other.

If we keep up our fishing signs, and add hunting to them, and juist shut the other fellows out, the birds will come here like everything wild gathers in National Park, out West.
Ye bet things know where they are taken care of, well enough." Jimmy snipped a spray of purple ironwort with his corn-cutter, and stuck it through his suspender buckle.

"I think that would be more fun than killin' them.

If you're a dacint shot, and your gun is clane" (Jimmy remembered the crow that had escaped with the eggs at soap-making), "you pretty well know you're goin' to bring down anything you aim at.

But it would be a dandy joke to shell a little corn as we husk it, and toll all the quail into Rainbow Bottom, and then kape the other fellows out.