He don't like to melk a keow for fear she'll kick him.

He's afraid to court a gal.

He kaint shoot, he kaint chop, he kaint do nothin'.

I'm takin' him out West to begin over again where the plowin's easier; and whiles we go along, I'm givin' him a 'casional dose of immanuel trainin', to see if I can't make him part way intoe a man.

I dunno!" Mrs.McGovern dipped snuff vigorously.
Thereafter she looked at me carefully.