I'll need more negative, though, for that.
If I knew for sure it's going to storm--" "I'm tellin' yuh it is, ain't I ?" Applehead blew into his saucer of coffee,--his table manners not being the nicest in the world.

"I kin smell snow two days off, and that there wind comin' up the canyon has got snow behind it, now I'm tellin' ye.

'Nother thing, I kin tell by the way Compadre walks, liftin' his feet high and bushin' up what's left of his tail.

That there cat's smarter'n some humans, and he shore kin smell snow comin', same's I do.

He hates snow worse'n pizen." Applehead drank his coffee in great gulps.