Was comin' along alone, 'n' run afoul of some Injuns.

They're hidin' behind that bewt, 'n' they've got my mewl." "Indians! How many are there ?" "Only three.

'N' I expect they a'nt the real wild kind, nuther.

Sorter half Injun, half engineer, like what come round in the circuses.

Didn't make much of 'n offer towards carvin' me.