I told him about Bud, and what his fix was.
"Damn it--oh, damn it all," he says, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "I don't see how on AIRTH I kin do it.

My wife's jest had a baby.

Do yo' hear that ?" And I did hear a sound like kittens mewing, somewheres up stairs.
Beauregard, he grinned and rubbed his nose some more, and looked at me like he thought that mewing noise was the smartest sound that ever was made.
"Boy," he says, grinning, "bo'n five hours ago.

I've done named him Burley--after the tobaccer association, yo' know.

Yes, SIR, Burley Peoples is his name--and he shore kin squall, the derned little cuss!" "Yes," I says, "you better stay with Burley.