I war jis' chock full an' runnin' ober.

Aunt Milly's daughter's bin monin all summer, an' she's jis' come throo.

We had a powerful time.

Eberythin' on dat groun' was jis' alive.
I tell yer, dere was a shout in de camp." "Well, you had better look out, and not shout too much, and pray and sing too loud, because, 'fore you know, the patrollers will be on your track and break up your meetin' in a mighty big hurry, before you can say 'Jack Robinson.'" "Oh, we looks out for dat.

We's got a nice big pot, dat got cracked las' winter, but it will hole a lot o' water, an' we puts it whar we can tell it eberything.