"It's a pow'ful big river an' a new one, but me an' this river are already jest like brothers.

It ought all to belong to us people o' Kentucky.

When we git to be a great big settled country, hev we got to float everything down it, right in among the Spaniards or the French, an' they able to stop us ef they want to?
'Pears to me thar oughtn't to be anything but a string o' free countries all along the length o' this big river." "I think that is what is likely to happen," said Paul looking into the future, as he did so often.

"We'll always be pressing down, and we can't help it." "Anyhow," resumed Shif'less Sol, "I'm glad that we've left that thar place o' Booly, or Bee-yu-ly, or whatever they call it.

Funny these furrin' people can't pronounce names like they spell.