Confound these ole britches! I reckon I'd better put 'em on, but I'd ruther not, it's so warm.

Are you all ready?
All right.

Come along, old hoss." Cold corn-pone, cold corn-beef, butter and buttermilk--that is what they had for me down there, and there ain't nothing better that ever I've come across yet.

Buck and his ma and all of them smoked cob pipes, except the nigger woman, which was gone, and the two young women.

They all smoked and talked, and I eat and talked.