Doggone it, it makes me huffy, it plum does.

Mam has put up with it fer twenty years, which is just twenty more than I'd stand it, and don't you forget it.

When I marry a man it will be a man with sense 'nough not to pizen hisself on rot-gut whisky." Without waiting for a reply she turned away and went to bed in the bottom of the hinder wagon.

Mose smoked his pipe out and rolled himself in his blanket near the smoldering camp fire.
Pratt was feeble and very long faced and repentant at breakfast.

His appetite was gone.