I want it to be clean woods an' prairie runnin' a thousan' miles from me in every direction.

An' I don't want too many people trampin' 'roun' in them woods either, save Injuns to keep you lookin' lively, an' mebbe twenty or thirty white men purty well scattered.

I reckon I'd call that my estate, Paul, an' I'd want it swarmin' with b'ars an' buffaler an' deer, an' all kinds uv big an' little game.

Then I'd want a couple uv good rifles, one to take the place uv tother when it went bad, an' a couple uv huts p'raps three or four hundred miles apart to sleep in, when the weather wuz too tarnation bad, lots uv ammunition an', Paul, I'd be happy on that thar estate uv mine." "Aren't you a little bit grasping, Jim ?" asked Paul.
"Me, graspin'," replied Long Jim in a surprise.

"What makes you ask sech a foolish question, Paul?
Why, all I ask is to range ez fur an' ez long ez I like an' not to be bothered by no interlopers.