"Yeller Banks furst, enyhow; we're loaded with supplies." "Supplies! For Yellow Banks ?" in surprise.

"Why; what's going on there?
My friend, there aren't ten families within a hundred miles of that place." Mapes laughed, his mouth opening like a red gash, exhibiting a row of yellow fangs.
"No, I reckon not; but thar's a hell ov a lot o' fellers thar whut ain't families, but kin eat.

Didn't yer know, pardner, thar's a right smart war on?
thet the Illinoy militia is called out, an' is a marchin' now fer Yeller Banks?
They're liable fer ter be thar too afore ever this damn scow makes it, if we hav' ter stop an' pick eny mor' blame fools outer the river.

Come on, let's go up." "Wait a minute.

This is an Indian war?
Black Hawk has broken loose ?" "Sure; raised perticular hell.