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Updated: June 11, 2025
Dry summers gen'rally mean open winters, but you can't never tell. Zen, how 'bout you? Old Y.D.'s been too long on the job to take chances. Mother? How much did you say, Transley? About two thousand tons? Not enough. Don't care if I do," helping himself to another piece of beef. "I think you'll find two thousand tons, good hay and good measurement," said Transley.
"Oh, no," was the reply, "you hain't betrayed none, but I know old fellers like me gen'rally tell a thing twice over while they're at it. Wa'al," he went on, "it was like this. After Charley Cullom got to be some grown he helped to keep the pot a-bilin', 'n they got on some better. 'Bout seven year ago, though, he up an' got married, an' then the fat ketched fire.
"Every canyon 's got a trail that runs up a ways, and there's canyons all through the mountains; they all lead up to water, or feed, or something like that, and then quit, most gen'rally; jest peter out, like." And he added with heavy sarcasm, "A feller that's lived on the range oughta know what trails is for, and how they're made. Cowcritters are curious-same as humans."
But fitin is mis'ble bisniss, gen'rally speakin, and whenever any enterprisin countryman of mine cums over here to scoop up a Briton in the prize ring I'm allus excessively tickled when he gets scooped hisself, which it is a sad fack has thus far been the case my only sorrer bein' that t'other feller wasn't scooped likewise.
"But I admit," said Dale, conscientiously, "there was one bit of sense in Allen's remarks. He convinced me against trusting to these blood animals. They're too quick, and they're never sure. The grooms an' all spoke up to Mr. Barradine's knowledge of his ridin' gen'rally; but it stands to reason, when you're past sixty your grip on a horse isn't the same thing as what it once was.
Nate was between him and the outside door, so he bolted headfirst into the dining room. And after him went Nate Scudder, so crazy mad he didn't know what he was doin'. "'Twas pitch dark in the dining room, but through it they went rattlety bang! dishes smashin', chairs upsettin' and 'hurrah, boys! to pay gen'rally. Then through the best parlor and into the front hall.
Twice yesterday I wondered to myself what it would feel like to make a hole in the water." "Lots o' chaps do do it," said Mr. Brown, musingly. "And leave their wives and families to starve," said Mr. Gibbs, icily. "Very often the wife is better off," said his friend. "It's one mouth less for her to feed. Besides, she gen'rally gets something.
While this was being done Yuba Bill again drew Thatcher aside: "I allers suspected that chap's game eye, but I didn't somehow allow for anything like this. I reckoned it was only the square thing to look arter things gen'rally, and 'specially your traps. So, to purvent troubil, and keep things about ekal, ez he was goin' away, I sorter lifted this yer bag of hiz outer the tail board of his sleigh.
Don't put on no airs nor nothin. They're most gen'rally here every June and July and August, but I understand they ain't comin' this year, so the cottage'll be shut up. I'll miss 'em, kind of. One of 'em's name is Graham and t'other's Hamilton." "I see. Many visitors to the lights?" "Not many. Once in a while a picnic comes over in a livery four-seater, but not often.
Yes; well, if I ain't mistaken somebody's comin' on that train. Somebody for you, Cy Whittaker." "Somebody for ME?" "Um hum! I can gen'rally be depended on, I cal'late, and when you says to me: 'Bailey, you get me a housekeeper, I didn't lose much time. I got her." Mr. Tidditt gasped. "GOT her?" he repeated. "Got who? Got what? Bailey Bangs, what in the world have "
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