Mighty good man, pap is.

Everybody says that.

If they said any diffrunt they wouldn't say it whar I wuz--not MUCH they wouldn't." "What is your own religion ?" "Well, boss, you've kind o' got me, there--and yit you hain't got me so mighty much, nuther.

I think 't if a feller he'ps another feller when he's in trouble, and don't cuss, and don't do no mean things, nur noth'n' he ain' no business to do, and don't spell the Saviour's name with a little g, he ain't runnin' no resks--he's about as saift as he b'longed to a church." "But suppose he did spell it with a little g--what then ?" "Well, if he done it a-purpose, I reckon he wouldn't stand no chance--he OUGHTN'T to have no chance, anyway, I'm most rotten certain 'bout that." "What is your name ?" "Nicodemus Dodge." "I think maybe you'll do, Nicodemus.

We'll give you a trial, anyway." "All right." "When would you like to begin ?" "Now." So, within ten minutes after we had first glimpsed this nondescript he was one of us, and with his coat off and hard at it.
Beyond that end of our establishment which was furthest from the street, was a deserted garden, pathless, and thickly grown with the bloomy and villainous "jimpson" weed and its common friend the stately sunflower.
In the midst of this mournful spot was a decayed and aged little "frame" house with but one room, one window, and no ceiling--it had been a smoke-house a generation before.