So I just slung my kit to my back, shouldered my rifle, and hoofed it up-stream.

I says, I'll see for myself where this here paragon lays it all over the rest of her sect, but sho--the closter I came to old man Rhett the mo' I heard of Polly!" "Dick, how you do run on," cried Polly protestingly, but Chills and Fever's knightly soul dwelt in its illusions, and the years had not made stale his romance.

Also Polly was beaming on him with a wealth of affection.
"I seen her fo' the first time as I was warmin' the trail within a mile of old man Rhett's.

She was carrying a grist of co'n down to the mill in her father's ox cart.

When I clapped eyes on her I says, 'I'll marry that lady.