Still, she ain't big, Tucson ain't; an' I learns my way about from centre to suburbs in the first ten minutes.
"'At the beginnin' I'm a heap timid.

I suffers from the common eastern theery an' looks on Arizona as a region where it's murder straight an' lynchin' for a place.

You-all may jedge from that how erroneous is my idees.

Then, as now, the distinguishin' feacher of Tucson existence is a heavenly ca'm.

Troo, thar's moments when the air nacherally fills up with bullets like they're a passel of swallow-birds, an' they hums an' sings their merry madrigals.