I'm tireder nor a claybank hoss arter a hard day's plowin', an' I'm ez dry ez a lime-kiln.

I motion that we stop yere an' take a rest.

We kin put our Yank in the house thar, an' keep him.

I wonder whar the spring is that the folks thet lived yere got thar water from ?" "Ef I don't disremember," said another, "this is the house where little Pete Higgenbottom lived afore the country got ruther onhelthy fur him on account of his partiality for other people's hosses.

I made a little trip up yere the time I loss thet little white-faced bay mar of pap's, an I'm purty sure the spring's over thar in the holler." "Lordy, how they must 've hankered arter the fun o' totin' water to 've lugged hit clar from over tha.