Thet's how I've come to see so well in the dark.

It's give me cat's eyes.' 'Don't ye git lonesome ?' Uncle Eb asked.
'Awful--sometimes,' he answered with a sad sigh, 'an' it seems good t' talk with somebody besides myself.

I get enough to eat generally.

There are deer in the woods an' cows in the fields, ye know, an' potatoes an' corn an' berries an' apples, an' all thet kind o' thing.

Then I've got my traps in the woods where I ketch partridges, an' squirrels an' coons an' all the meat I need.