I should say he grades midway in between.

But deep down in his system this person's a kleptomaniac, an' at last his weakness gets its hobbles off an' he turns himse'f loose, an' begins to jest nacherally take things right an' left.
No, he don't get put away in Huntsville; they sees he's locoed an' he's corraled instead in one of the asylums where thar's nothin' loose an' little kickin' 'round, an' tharfore no temptations.' "Takin' the word then from Colonel Sterett, Jerry is a kleptomaniac.

I used former to hobble Jerry but one mornin' I'm astounded to see what looks like snow all about my camp.

Bein' she's in Joone that snow theery don't go.

An' it ain't snow, it's flour; this kleptomaniac Jerry creeps to the waggons while I sleeps an' gets away, one after the other, with fifteen fifty-pound sacks of flour.