Old Patsy knew a lot about sickness and wounds.

(Who can cook for a cattle outfit, for twenty years and more, and not know a good deal of hurts ?) Old Patsy had looked Happy over carefully, and had given a grin and a snort.
"Py cosh, dot vos lucky for you, alreatty," he had pronounced.

"So you don't git plood-poisonings, mit fever, you be all right pretty soon.
You go to shleep, yet.

If fix you oop till der dochtor he cooms.

I seen fellers shot plumb through der middle off dem, und git yell.