All this gits on me.

My lungs don't feel clean.

I'm longin' fur them big, fine woods up in our country, whar you may run agin a b'ar, but whar you ain't likely to step on a snake afore you see it." "Give me the temperate climate, too," said Paul, "but we've come on a great errand, Jim, and we've come a long way.

It's good, too, to see new things." "So it is, but I don't like to set here waitin' in this swamp.

Think I'll stretch my legs a little on the bank thar, ef it's firm enough to hold me up, though I do have an abidin' distrust uv most uv the land hereabouts." Jim leaped upon the bank which upheld him, and stretched his long legs with obvious relief.
"A boat's mighty easy," he said, "but now an' then walkin's good." He strode up and down two or three times and then he stopped.