You could a heard him yell a mile.

Belle said mebbe we could squeeze the bird out of him.

But, squeeze nothing! He was holler as us, and that bird was lost long 'fore it got to his stummick.
It was ist a little one, anyway.

Belle said it wouldn't 'a' made a bite apiece for three of us nohow, and the dog got one good swaller.

We didn't get much of the meat, either.