You see, young 'un, he's a 'riginal--a reg'lar 'riginal, and you can't alter him.
Ain't tried to lick you again, has he ?" "Oh, no!" I said; "and he does not throw at me." "Don't shy at you now! Well, I wonder at that," said Ike.

"He's a wunner at shying.

He can hit anything with a stone.

I've seen him knock over a bird afore now, and when he gets off in the fields of an evening I've often knowed him bring back a rabbit." "What does he do with it ?" "Do with it! Come, there's a good 'un.

Cook it down in the shed, and eat it.