Reckon I'll turn butcher when things is dried up, and save hides, horns, and taller." I could not but admire this indomitable energy, which under softer climatic influences might have borne such goodly fruit.
"Have you any idea what you'll do, Wise ?" I ask.
"Thar ain't much to do now," says the practical young man.

"I'll have to lay over a spell, I reckon, till things comes straight.

The land ain't worth much now, and won't be, I dessay, for some time.

Wonder whar the ole man'll drive stakes next." "I meant as to your father and George, Wise." "Oh, the old man and I'll go on to 'Miles's,' whar Tom packed the old woman and babies last week.

George'll turn up somewhar atween this and Altascar's ef he ain't thar now." I ask how the Altascars have suffered.
"Well, I reckon he ain't lost much in stock.