Then they shoves this impromptoo cauldron inside the little robe house where as I'm aware--for I onderstands the signs from the start--thar's a sick buck quiled up awaitin' relief.

This yere invalid buck stays in thar twenty minutes.

The water boils an' bubbles an' the steam gets that abundant not to say urgent she half lifts the robes an' blankets at the aiges to escape.

The ailin' buck in the sweat tent stays ontil he can't stay no more, an' then with a yowl, he comes burstin' forth, a reek of sweat an' goes splashin' into the coolin' waters of Bird River.

It's the Six-killer; that weddin' feast comes mighty near to downin' him--gives him a 'bad heart,' an' he ondergoes the steam bath for relief.
"But we're strayed from that weddin'.