Oh, I tell ye, we used to have high old times.

It was wuth livin' a year in the woods jest to have 'im with me for a fortnight.

I never charged 'im a red cent fur nothin', and I've got some of his old tackle now that he give me.

Him an' me was like brothers, and he used to talk about religion, and tell me I ought to shift over, but I never could see 'zactly what I ought to shift over from, or shift over to; but I let 'im talk, 'cause he liked to.

He used to go out behind the trees nights, and I hearn him sayin' somethin'-- somethin' very low, as I am talkin' to ye now.