Them plump, soft-eyed males is generally inclined to mildness whether they be men or cattle." "'Taint nothin' on earth but those foreign whims he's brought back an' is tryin' to set workin' down here," said Solomon Hatch.

"If we don't get our backs up agin 'em in time, we'll find presently we don't even dare to walk straight along the turnpike when we see him a comin'.

A few birds, indeed!--did anybody ever hear tell of sech doin's?
'Warn't them birds in the air ?' I ax, 'an' don't the air belong to Archie the same as to him ?'" "It's because he's rich an' we're po', that he's got a right to lay claim to it," muttered William Ming, a weakly obstinate person, to whose character a glass of cider contributed the only strength.
"You'd better hold yo' tongue, suh," retorted his wife, "it ain't yo' air anyway, is it ?" "I reckon it's as much mine as it's Mr.Jonathan's," rejoined William, who, having taken a double portion, had waxed argumentative.

"An' what I reason is that birds as is in the air ain't anybody's except the man's that can bring 'em down with a gun." "That's mo' than you could do," replied his wife, "an' be that whether or no, it's time you were thinkin' about beddin' the grey mule, an' she ain't in the air, anyhow.

If I was you, Abel," she continued in a softer tone, "I wouldn't let 'em make me so riled about Mr.Jonathan till I'd looked deep in the matter.