"Send Applehead out here, will you ?" Presently Applehead appeared with a large piece of cake in one hand and a well-picked chicken wing in the other.

"What yuh want ?" he inquired lazily, in the tone that implies extreme physical comfort.
"I want your big team to haul some lumber out from town.

Where are they?
If you don't mind catching them up while I help get this stuff unloaded, we'll have things moving around here directly." "Shore I'll ketch 'em up fur ye, soon as I find Compadre and give him this here bone.

He's been kinda off his feed since that coyote clumb his frame.

He was under the house, but I reckon so many strange voices kinda got his goat.