"Yes, sir, this is sure a snap," he repeated, after he had made himself a smoke.

"They's only two ways a bunch could drift if they wanted to which they don't-up the river, or down.

This hill's a little too steep for 'em to tackle unless they was crowded hard.

Good feed here, too.
"Too bad yuh don't smoke, Bud.

There's nothing like a good, smooth rock to your back and a cigarette in your face, on a nice, lazy day like this.