They've robbed somebody an' are puttin' fer salt water.

They'll hire a boat an' go south an' then p'int fer the 'Ganies.

Ol' Red Snout shoved his leg in that 'ere gravel sometime this forenoon prob'ly." They brewed tea to wet their buttered biscuit and jerked venison.
Solomon looked as if he were sighting on a gun barrel when he said: "Now ye see what's the matter with this 'ere Injun business.

They're jest a lot o' childern scattered all over the bush an' they don't have to look fer deviltry.

Deviltry is lookin' fer them an' when they git together thar's trouble." Solomon stopped, now and then, to peer off into the bush as he talked while the dusk was falling.