They've little patches o' corn ter make ther breadstuff, an' depend on huntin', fishin', an' stealin' fur the rest o' their vittles.

They've half-a-dozen guns in every cabin, but nary a hoe; they've more yaller dogs then the rest o' us hev sheep, an they find hit a good deal handier ter kill other folks's hogs than ter raise ther own pork." "Hardly desirable neighbors, I should think," ventured Harry.
"Hit's war all the time between our kind o' people, and them other kinds.

Both on 'em hates us like pizen, an' on our side--well, we air Christians, but we recken thet when Christ tole us ter love our inimies, an' do good ter them ez despitefully used us, he couldn't hev hed no idee how mean people would git ter be long arter he left the airth." Harry could not help smiling at this new adaptation of Scriptural mandate.
"The low-down white hates us bekase we ain't mean an' ornery ez they air, an' hold ourselves above 'em.

The big-bugs hates us bekase we won't knuckle down ter 'em, ez ther niggers an' the pore whites do.

So hit's cat-an'-dog all the time.