When I come back Ab he looked at my fish 'n begun t' brag.

When we weighed 'em mine was a leetle heavier.
'"What!" says he.

"'Tain't possible thet leetle cuss uv a trout 's heavier 'n mine." ''Tis sarrin,' I said.
'"Dummed deceivin' business," said he as he hefted 'em both.

"Gittin' so ye can't hardly b'lieve the stillyards."'.