He greased th' fryin' pan with dynamite one night, an' we shore had to eat jerked meat an' canned stuff all th' rest of that trip.

What made yu ask?
Is he comin' up too ?" "No, I reckons not.

Jimmy, th' bartender, said that he cashed in up at Laramie.

Wasn't he th' cuss that built that boat out there on th' Arizona desert because he was scared that a flood might come?
Th' sun shore warped that punt till it wasn't even good for a hencoop." "Nope.

That was Sister--Annie Tompkins.