"Now, me butternut friend, what 'bjections have yees to that ?" "All right--all be good--like Miss Harvey ?" Teddy stared at the savage, as if he failed to take in his question.
"Like Miss Harvey--good man's squaw--t'ink she be good woman ?" "The loveliest that iver trod the airth--bless her swate soul.

She niver has shpoken a cross word to Teddy, for all he's the biggest scamp that iver brought tears to her eyes.

If there be any thing that has nigh fotched this ould shiner to his marrowbones it was to see something glistening in her eyes," said the Irishman, as he wiped his own.

"God bliss Miss Cora," he added, in the same manner of speech that he had been wont to use before she became a wife.

"She might make any man glad to come and live alone in the wilderness wid her.