Why, I knew a chap that couldn't ride in timber a little, and he went to England and hunted, and d'you know what he said?
He said he could have rode in front of the dogs all the way, if he'd have liked.

But the owner of the dogs asked him not to, so he didn't." "I suppose I could take Maggie and Lucy there," he went on, looking doubtfully at his hearers.

"They wouldn't mind a chap havin' a couple of black lady friends, would they?
Yer see, they've stuck with me well, those two gins, and I wouldn't like to leave 'em behind.

They'd get into bad hands.

They're two as good handy gins as there is in the world.
That little fat one--you start her out with a bridle and enough tobacker after lost horses, and she'll foller 'em till she gets 'em, if it takes a week.