'T stands to reason he couldn't run that rig many years.

Your goin's on here made me think o' Mason.

He cut a wide swath for a time.
"Wall, I hope you'll come off better'n he did.

He sunk such a pile that he got discouraged and took to drink; then his wife, a mighty likely woman she is (one o' the Batchelders of Dull Corner), couldn't stand it and went back to her old home, and he died ragged and friendless about a month ago.

Ef I's you, I'd go over, just to take warning and hold up in time.".