The cannons at Wildcat, yesterday, didn't sound no louder ter me.

I could even tell that he wuz choppin' a beech tree.

The licks was ex a-sharp an' ringin' ez ef the ax struck iron.
"Bill Pennington lit offen his beast, an' walked toward me, with his sword a-clatterin' an' his spurs a-jinglin'.
"'Whar's that Yankeefied scalawag of a husband o' your'n?
Whar's Dave Brill ?' he said savagely.
"Hit seemed ter me that every stroke from over the hill said ez plainly ez tongue could utter words: 'Heah I am.

Come over heah!' I tried ter gain time ter think o' something.
"'He started this mornin' on Roan Molly fer Mt.

Vernon, to 'tend court,' I said, knowin' thet I didn't dare hesitate ter make up a story.
"'Kunnel, thet air's a lie,' said Jake Johnson, who knowed us.