"Wal, you see how it is, youngster, you an' me has got to get down to a money basis.

Them young uns claim all my stawk." Harold said: "Pay me what you can," and Pratt replied: "Wal, throw your duds into that hind wagon.

We've got to camp somewhere 'fore them durn critters eat up all the fences." As Harold was helping to unhitch the team the girl came around and studied him with care.
"Say, what's your name ?" "Moses," he instantly replied.
"Moses what ?" "Oh, let it go at Mose." "Hain't you got no other name ?" "I did have but the wind blew it away." "What was it ?" "Moses N.Hardluck." "You're terrible cute, ain't you ?" "Not so very, or I wouldn't be working for my board." "You hain't never killed yourself with hard work, by the looks o' them hands." "Oh, I've been going to school." "A'huh! I thought you had.

You talk pretty hifalutin' fer a real workin' man.

I tell ye what I think--you're a rich man's son, and you've run away." "Come, gal, get that coffee bilin'," called the mother.