No, 'twa'n't his son, because--" "Aw, crimus! Who cares if 'twas his aunt's gran'mother?
What I want to know is which road to take." "Well, seems to me, nigh as I can recollect, that we took the left-hand road.

No, I ain't sure but 'twas the right-hand.

There's a bare chance that it might have been the middle one, 'cause there was trees along both sides.

I know we was goin' to Becky Snow's weddin'-- " "Trees 'long it! There ain't nothin' BUT trees for two square miles around these diggin's.

Git dap, you! I'll take the right-hand road.