There they was, the family and all the friends.

The parson was just puttin' on the last touches, and he says, 'They as the Lord have joined let no man put asunder.' "'Parson,' says the bridegroom, 'I rises to question your grammar in that there sentence.

I want this weddin' done right.' "When the smoke clears away, the bride she looks around and sees a dead parson, a dead bridegroom, a dead brother, two dead uncles, and five dead wedding-guests.
"So she heaves a mighty strong sigh and says, 'Them new-fangled, self-cocking revolvers sure has played hell with my prospects.' "And so I say to you-all," Daylight added, as the roar of laughter died down, "that them four kings of Jack Kearns sure has played hell with my prospects.

I'm busted higher'n a kite, and I'm hittin' the trail for Dyea--" "Goin' out ?" some one called.

A spasm of anger wrought on his face for a flashing instant, but in the next his good-humor was back again.
"I know you-all are only pokin' fun asking such a question," he said, with a smile.