That practitioner puts on his specs an' looks me over with jealous care.
"'"Whatever's wrong with him, Doc ?" says my father.
"'"Nothin'," says the physician, "only your son Willyum's five inches out o' plumb." "'Then he rigs a contraption made up of guy-ropes an' stay-laths, an' I has to wear it; an' mebby in three or four weeks he's got me warped back into the perpendic'lar.' "'But how about this cat hunt ?" asks Dan Boggs.

'Which I don't aim to be introosive none, but I'm camped yere through the second drink waitin' for it, an' these procrastinations is makin' me kind o' batty.' "'That panther hunt is like this,' says the Colonel turnin' to Dan.
'At the age of seventeen, me an' eight or nine of my intimate brave comrades founds what we-all denom'nates as the "Chevy Chase Huntin' Club." Each of us maintains a passel of odds an' ends of dogs, an' at stated intervals we convenes on hosses, an' with these fourscore curs at our tails goes yellin' an' skally-hootin' up an' down the countryside allowin' we're shore a band of Nimrods.
"'The Chevy Chasers ain't been in bein' as a institootion over long when chance opens a gate to ser'ous work.

The deep snows in the Eastern mountains it looks like has done drove a panther into our neighbourhood.

You could hear of him on all sides.

Folks glimpses him now an' then.