But he reckons he ain't got her in.

Leastways, he says, no one has never seen her there but the doctor and the old lady and himself.

Well, for my part, I never would of seen it there myself, but when he said it out plain like that any one could of told what he meant.
You hadn't orter lay things up agin folks if the folks can't help 'em.
And I will say Daddy Withers was a fine old boy in spite of his poetry.
Which it never really done any harm, except being expensive to him, and lots will drink that much up and never figger it an expense, but one of the necessities of life.

We went all over his place with him, and we noticed around his house a lot of tin cans tacked up to posts and trees.
They was fur the birds to drink out of, and all the birds around there had found out about it, and about Daddy Withers, and wasn't scared of him at all.

He could get acquainted with animals, too, so that after a long spell sometimes they would even let him handle them.