And as fer my good news, a feller don't like to eat up all his country sugar to wunst, I 'low.

But I says to our young and promisin' friend of German extraction, beloved, says I, hold onto that air limb a little longer and you're saved." "But, Jonas," said August, spinning Andrew's winding-blade round and speaking slowly and bitterly, "a man don't like to be trifled with, if he is a Dutchman!" "But sposin' a man hain't been trifled with, Dutchman or no Dutchman?
Sposin' it's all a optical delusion of the yeers?
There's a word fer _you_, Andrew, that a'n't nuther unbiguous nor peri-what-you-may-call-it." "But," said August, "Betsey Malcolm--" "_Betsey Malcolm!_" said Jonas.

"Betsey Malcolm to thunder!" and then he whistled.

"Set a dog to mind a basket of meat when his chops is a-waterin' fer it! Set a kingfisher to take keer of a fish-pond! Set a cat to raisin' your orphan chickens on the bottle! Set a spider to nuss a fly sick with dyspepsy from eatin' too much molasses! I'd ruther trust a hen-hawk with a flock of patridges than to trust Betsey Malcolm with your affairs.

I ha'n't walked behind you from meetin' and seed her head a bobbin' like a bluebird's and her eyes a blazin an' all that, fer nothin'.