"I'm clean tuckered out.

I ain't done so much work for ten years." "Don't say a word, Caleb Hammond.

If I ain't got my death of--of ammonia or somethin', I miss my guess.

I'm all wheezed up from settin' at that open winder waitin' for you to come; and I thought you never WOULD come." As Caleb was helping the lady of his choice into the carryall he noticed that she carried a small hand-bag.
"What you got that thing for ?" he demanded.
"It's my reticule; there's a clean handkerchief and a few other things in it.

Mercy on us! You didn't suppose I'd go off to get married without even a decent handkerchief, did you?
I feel enough like a sneakin' ragamuffin and housebreaker as 'tis.