What! I done tole Jim it was only a blamed ol' fo' dollar house anyhow." At this many nods and glances were exchanged by the group in silent admiration of the "gov'ment," and one mountaineer, bold even to recklessness, remarked, "Jim must have a heap o' money t' be a buyin' four dollar watches.

Must er sold that gray mule o' hisn; hit'd fetch 'bout that much, I reckon." "Much you know 'bout it, Buck Boswell.

Let me tell you, Jim he works, he does.

He's the workingest man in this here county, ba thundas! What! Jim he don't sit 'round like you fellers down on th' creek an' wait fer pawpaws to git ripe, so he can git a square meal, ba thundas!" The bold mountaineer wilted.
Uncle Ike proceeded with the business of his office.

"Here's Sallie Rhodes done writ her maw a card from th' Corners.