"No!" cried Joe in surprise; "now that's oncommon cur'us.

I've _lived_ on raw liver an' marrow-bones for two or three days at a time, when we wos chased by the Camanchee Injuns an' didn't dare to make a fire; an' it's ra'al good, it is.

Won't ye try it _now_ ?" Cameron shook his head.
"No, thankee; I'll not refuse when I can't help it, but until then I'll remain in happy ignorance of how good it is." "Well, it _is_ strange how some folk can't abide anything in the meat way they ha'n't bin used to.

D'ye know I've actually knowed men from the cities as wouldn't eat a bit o' horseflesh for love or money.
Would ye believe it ?" "I can well believe that, Joe, for I have met with such persons myself; in fact, they are rather numerous.

What are you chuckling at, Joe ?" "Chucklin'?
If ye mean be that 'larfin in to myself,' it's because I'm thinkin' o' a chap as once comed out to the prairies." "Let us walk back to the camp, Joe, and you can tell me about him as we go along." "I think," continued Joe, "he comed from Washington, but I never could make out right whether he wos a Government man or not.