Which she told me, and all the promising I done about not telling would of made the cold chills run up your back, it was so solemn.

Miss Hampton had been jilted years ago, Martha said, and the name of the jilter was David Armstrong.

Well, he must of been a low down sort of man.

Martha said if things was only fixed in this country like they ought to be, she would of sent a night to find that David Armstrong.

And that would of ended up in a mortal combat, and the night would have cleaved him.
"Yes," says I, "and then you would of married that there night, I suppose." She says she would of.
"Well," says I, "mebby you would of and mebby you wouldn't of.