"Any public relief started yet ?" "Won't need any public relief.

Miss Frona's old man was too forehanded fer 'em.

Scairt the daylights out of the critters, I do b'lieve.
Three thousand went out over the ice hittin' the high places, an' half ez many again went down to the caches, and the market's loosened some considerable.

Jest what Welse figgered on, everybody speculated on a rise and held all the grub they could lay hand to.

That helped scare the shorts, and away they stampeded fer Salt Water, the whole caboodle, a-takin' all the dogs with 'em.