That was considered to be the finest place anywheres 'round here in them days.

I used to think the Capitol to Washington must be somethin' like the Cullom house, an' that Billy P.
(folks used to call him Billy P.'cause his father's name was William an' his was William Parker), an' that Billy P.'d jest 's like 's not be president.

I've changed my mind some on the subject of presidents since I was a boy." Here Mr.Harum turned on his stool, put his right hand into his sack-coat pocket, extracted therefrom part of a paper of "Maple Dew," and replenished his left cheek with an ample wad of "fine-cut." John took advantage of the break to head off what he had reason to fear might turn into a lengthy digression from the matter in hand by saying, "I beg pardon, but how does it happen that Mrs.Cullom is in such circumstances?
Has the family all died out ?" "Wa'al," said David, "they're most on 'em dead, all on 'em, in fact, except the widdo's son Charley, but as fur 's the family 's concerned, it more 'n _died_ out--it _gin_ out! 'D ye ever hear of Jim Wheton's calf?
Wa'al, Jim brought three or four veals into town one spring to sell.

Dick Larrabee used to peddle meat them days.

Dick looked 'em over an' says, 'Look here, Jim,' he says, 'I guess you got a "deakin" in that lot,' he says.