Ye've ast us t' b'lieve a genuwine out 'n out impossibility.' Mose lifted his hat and scratched his head thoughtfully.

There was a look of embarrassment in his face.
'Might a ben dreamin',' said he slowly.

'I swear it's gittin' so here 'n this town a feller can't hardly b'lieve himself.' 'Fur '5 my experience goes,' said Ransom Walker, 'he'd be a fool 'f he did.' ''Minds me o' the time I went fishin' with Ab Thomas,' said Uncle Eb.
'He ketched an ol' socker the fast thing.

I went off by myself 'n got a good sized fish, but 'twant s' big 's hisn.

So I tuk 'n opened his mouth n poured in a lot o' fine shot.