He shook his head now when Plausaby's brick court-house was spoken of.

The squire was awful 'cute; too 'cute to live, he said ominously.
Dave concluded that ten thousand dollars could be made much more easily by foregoing his preferences for a white wife in favor of a red one, than by cawntracting to set out shade-trees, dig post-holes, or drive oxen.
So he lost no time in visiting the old trader.
[Illustration: A PINCH OF SNUFF.] He walked in, in his slouching fashion, shook hands with M.Perritaut, gave his name as David Sawney, cawntracter, and after talking a little about the county-seat question, he broached the question of marriage with Mathilde Perritaut.
"I hearn tell that you are willin' to do somethin' han'some fer a son-in-law." "Varee good, Mistare Sonee.

You air a man of bisnees, perhaps, maybe.

You undairstand tese tings.

Eh?
_Tres bien_--I mean vary well, you see.