"Is anything the matter ?" The driver's reply was in the form of elaborate sarcasm.
"Oh, no!" he drawled, "there wasn't nothin' the matter.

Just a few million pines blowed across the road and the breechin' busted and the for'ard wheel about ready to come off, that's all.

Maybe there's a few other things I didn't notice, but that's all I see." "Humph! Well, they'll do for a spell.

How's the weather, any worse ?" "Worse?
No! they ain't no worse made.

Looks as if 'twas breakin' a little over to west'ard, fur's that goes.