"Ane large bed, ane flock bed, ane trundle bed, ane chest, ane trunk, ane leather cairpet, sax cawfskin chairs an' twa-three rush, five pair o' sheets an' auchteen dowlas napkins, sax alchemy spunes"-- Phyllis.

"I'll take you." At the far end of the meadow, near to the fort, I met young Hamor, alone, flushed, and hurrying back to the more populous part of the field.
"Not yet mated ?" I asked.

"Where are the maids' eyes ?" "By--!" he answered, with an angry laugh.

"If they're all like the sample I've just left, I'll buy me a squaw from the Paspaheghs!" I smiled.

"So your wooing has not prospered ?" His vanity took fire.