Knocks the spots off any fish I ever hearn of.' 'Ye riled him with that big tackle o' yourn,' said Uncle Eb.

'He wouldn't stan' it.' 'Feel jest as if I'd hed holt uv a wil' cat,' said Mose.

'Tuk the hull thing--pole an' all--quicker 'n lightnin'.

Nice a bit o' hickory as a man ever see.

Gol' durned if I ever heem o' the like o' that, ever.' He sat down a moment on the bank.
'Got t' rest a minute,' he remarked.