There's a tribe up north that I've heard was great on gettin' hold of white gals, and I think I'll make a s'arch in that direction afore I does anything else." Nothing more remained for Tim but to carry out the resolution he had made, and it was characteristic of the man that he did it at once.
Five minutes after the above words had been muttered, he was walking rapidly along in a northern direction, his rifle thrown over his arm, and a beaming expression of countenance that showed there were no regrets at the part he was acting.

He had a habit of talking with himself, especially when some weighty or unusual matter obtruded itself.

It is scarcely to be wondered, therefore, that he became quite talkative at the present time.
"I allers admire such adventur's as this, if they don't bring in anything more nor thanks.

The style in which I've received them is allers worth more money nor I ever made trapping beavers.

The time I cotched that little gal down on the Osage, that had been lost all summer, I thought her mother would eat me up afore she'd let me go.