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"'No, says Cherokee; 'its mother'll come hoppin' along to-morrow, a-yellin'. This yere sot Monte has jest done drove off an' left her some'ers up the trail; she'll come romancin' along in time. "'Meanwhile, says Jack, 'the infant's got to be took care of, to which dooty I volunteers.
Holcroft smiled as he asked, "Why are you so anxious to work?" "'Cause I won't feel like a stray cat in the house then. I want to be some'ers where I've a right to be." "Wouldn't they let you work down at Lemuel Weeks'?" She shook her head. "Why not?" he asked. "They said I wasn't honest; they said they couldn't trust me with things, 'cause when I was hungry I took things to eat."
Says he: "I just wanted to tell you that old Frosthead and forty braves are some'ers between here and your outfit, with their war paint on and blood in their eyes, cayoodling and whoopin' fit to beat hell with the blower on, and if you get tangled up with them, I reckon they'll give you a hair-cut and shampoo, to say nothing of other trimmings.
Them other two sports who ain't present is shore some'ers, an' I gives it as my opinions one of 'em's right yere in our onthinkin' center, actin' silly, askin' egreegious questions, an' allowin' his name is Davis an' that he hails from Buffalo. "While Jack is evolvin' this long talk, we-all is thinkin'; an', son, somehow it strikes us that thar's mighty likely somethin' in this notion of Jack's.
'Fore ever he shows up on the Upper Hawgthief that time, this Black Feather gets nosepaint some'ers an puts a whole quart of it away in the shade; an' he shore exhibits symptoms. Which for one thing he feels about four stories tall! "Stocton sets a trap for Black Feather.
Thar ain't nothin' gets run off while he's sheriff, you bet. When he allows anythin's his dooty, he lays for it permiscus. He's a plumb sincere offishul that a-way. "One time I recalls as how a wagon-train with households of folks into it camps two or three days where Mace is sheriff. These yere people's headin' for some'ers down on the Rio Grande, aimin' to settle a whole lot.
This boy Captain hails from some'ers up 'round Waco, an' thar ain't a handsomer or braver in all Pres'dent Davis's army. This Captain whose name is Edson, an' me, bein' we-all is both young, works ourse'fs into a clost friendship for each other; I feels about him like he's my brother.
"'Straighten up your dust, says Cherokee, his eyes gettin' a kind of gleam into 'em, 'straighten up your stuff an' get it some'ers. Don't leave it all spraddled over the scene. I turns for it ready enough, but we ain't goin' to argue none as to where it lays after the kyard falls.
C. Kimball is the first vice-president of the Mormon church and would consequently succeed to the full presidency on Brigham Young's death. Brother Kimball is a gay and festive cuss of some seventy summers or some'ers thereabout. He has one thousand head of cattle and a hundred head of wives. Mr. Kimball had a son a lovely young man who was married to ten interesting wives.
Crooked Claw shakes his head an' reckons most likely the Jack Rabbit's rummagin' about loose some'ers, not knowin' enough to come in an' eat. A brace of bucks an' a young squaw starts up an' figgers they'll search about an' see if they can't round him up. They goes out an' thar's Bill settin' off on a rock a quarter of a mile with his back to the camp an' the footure.