"I go to Moultrie." "What will you do with your family ?" "I tak' them." "How many ?" "My woman, my boy, my two girl, my baby." "Good Lord!" cried Ambrose.

"Have you a boat ?" "_Non_! There is timber down the river.

I mak' a raf, me." "It would take you two weeks to float down," cried Ambrose.

"I have only thirty pounds of flour." Alexander shrugged.

"We ongry, anyway," he said.