I never seed sich hosses fur twistin' up and pullin' crooked.

I 'spected to have my neck broke mor' 'n a dozen times.

I never was so disgruntled in all my born days, Mah'sr Harry.

Whoa dar, you yaller hoss! Won't you take a-hole, Mah'sr Harry, afore dey're de death uv me ?" The old man had certainly got the horses into a mixed-up condition.

One of them was beside the horse he rode, two were behind, and one was wedged in partly in front of these in such a way that he had to travel sidewise.