"The calf-crop is running kinda short," he announced hurriedly.

"A lot uh cows died off last winter, and I noticed a good many uh that young stock we shipped in laid 'em down.

I was hoping we wouldn't have to take any more jolts this season--but maybe I've got more nerves than sense on this land business.

I sure do hate to see old Brown cutting in the way he's doing--but if he just runs what cattle he can keep under fence, it won't hurt us none." "He's fencing a large tract, William--a very large tract.

It takes in--" "Oh, let up, Dilly! I don't want to know how big it is--not right now.
I'm willing to take my dose uh bad medicine when it's time for it--but I ain't none greedy about swallowing the whole bottle at once! I feel as if I'd got enough down me to do for a while." "You are wiser than most people," Dill observed dryly.
"Oh, sure.