Wal, neighbours, ye've seen it with your own eyes and can jedge if Jim was a true prophet.

I'm Moses, he used to say, chosen to lead the Children of Israel into a promised land, but I reckon I'll leave my old bones on some Pisgah-top on the borders.

He was a sad man, Jim, and didn't look for much comfort this side Jordan....

I wish I know'd whar he'd gotten to." Squire Boone, the speaker's brother, sniffed the air dolefully.

"It's weather that 'ud wander a good hunter." "I tell ye, ye couldn't wander Jim," said his brother fiercely.