"'Twon't take a minute, an' you got all 'ternity t' sleep in, as the poet says." "An' I c'n use it," Jim yawned; "but cut loose, an' make it short." "Well," Bill began, "las' week Thursday I was goin' down t' th' Junction for feed, an' I takes Bull along.

You know how he likes t' ride in a wagon?
'S almost human.

Why, that there animal--" "Here, cut out them side comments," commanded Jim.

"We know how smart that dog is, without your tellin' us any further.

Get down t' bed rock!" "Well," Bill continued, "when we gets t' th' store, an' Al Strong's nigger's loadin' th' feed in th' wagon, I allows t' take Bull for a little stroll 'round, so's he c'n stretch his legs.