The smoke of the kitchen went up into the sky straight as a poplar tree.

The beautiful plain, hushed and rapt, lay waiting for the sun.
As he entered the stable, Mose found Reynolds looking carefully at Jack.
"That looks a gentle horse; I can't see a mean thing about him.

I don't reckon he's a cow hoss, is he ?" "No, I don't suppose he is a regular cow horse, but he'll soon learn." "I must trade you outen that hoss.

I certainly am 'blieged to do so.

I'm growin' old, boy.