Every man that's a freeman has a right to choose what country he shall belong to.

My dad was born in Ireland, yet he always counted himself a full-blooded American." The old man found a parallel in his father's nativity, which satisfied himself of the legitimacy of the ground taken by the pedler, and helped the latter out of his difficulty.
"But here's the whiskey standing by us all the time, waiting patiently to be drunk.

Here, Nick Snell, boy, take your hands out of your breeches-pocket, and run down with the calabash to the branch.

The water is pretty good thar, I reckon; and, strannger, after we've taken a sup, we'll eat a bite, and then lie down.

It's high time, I reckon, that we do so." It was in his progress to the branch that Ralph Colleton came upon this member of the family.
Nick Snell was no genius, and did not readily reply to the passing inquiry which was put to him by the youth, who advanced upon the main party while the dialogue between the pedler and the wagoner was in full gust.