Well, when we was a-fightin' this atternoon, all-of-a-sudden he begin t' rip up an' cuss an' beller at me.

'Yer shot, yeh blamed infernal!'-- he swear horrible--he ses t' me.

I put up m' hand t' m' head an' when I looked at m' fingers, I seen, sure 'nough, I was shot.

I give a holler an' begin t' run, but b'fore I could git away another one hit me in th' arm an' whirl' me clean 'round.

I got skeared when they was all a-shootin' b'hind me an' I run t' beat all, but I cotch it pretty bad.