"You're fifteen years younger than you were an hour ago." For answer Pop felt of his back and groaned.

"Oh, I'll pay fer it, young feller! I don't look fer much peace with my back fer a week, after this.
But you kin make sure of one thing, and that is, I ain't goin' to talk in my sleep none.

By Christmas, We'll make this horse of yours bring us in something! I guess you better turn yore horses all out in the pasture.

Dave, he'll give yuh work all right.

I'll fix it with Dave.
And you listen to Pop, young feller.