"Which it almost breaks even with a chimley I constructs once in my log camp on the Upper Red.

That Red River floo is a wonder! Draw?
Son, it could draw four kyards an' make a flush.

But that camp of mine on the Upper Red is over eight thousand foot above the sea as I'm informed by a passel of surveyor sports who comes romancin' through the hills with a spyglass on three pegs; an' high altitoods allers proves a heap exileratin' to a fire.
"But speakin' of Bill Connors: In Wolfville--which them days is the only part of my c'reer whereof I'm proud an' reviews with onmixed satisfaction--Doc Peets is, like you, inquis'tive touchin' Injuns.

Peets puts it up that some day he's doo to write books about 'em.

Which in off hours, an' when we-all is more or less at leesure over our Valley Tan, Peets frequent comes explorin' 'round for details.