"There ain't water enough 'tween here an' Hatt'rus to wash the furrer-mold off'n his boots.

He's jest everlastin' farmer.

Why, Harve, I've seen thet man hitch up a bucket, long towards sundown, an' set twiddlin' the spigot to the scuttle-butt same's ef 'twas a cow's bag.

He's thet much farmer.

Well, Penn an' he they ran the farm--up Exeter way 'twur.