Now, ef we jess had a few sweet 'taters.

But, law! whut am I sayin' ?" "Yes," said Mary Ellen practically.

"We haven't the antelope yet." "I 'member mighty well how Cap'n Franklin sent us down er quarter o' an'lope," said Aunt Lucy.

"Mighty fine meat, hit wuz.

An' to think, me a brilin' a piece o' hit fer a low-down white trash cow-driver whut come yer to eat! Him a-sayin' he'd ruther hev chicken, cause he wuz raised on an'lope! Whut kin' o' talk wuz thet?
He talk like an'lope mighty common.