i'll-be-hanged

Updated: May 11, 2025

Yuh used to call 'em 'frumes, and Why, it was me with your dad when the Indians pot-shot him at Chimney Rock; and it was me helped your mother straighten things up so she could pull out, back where she come from. She never took to the West much. How is she? Dead? Too bad; she was a mighty fine woman, your mother was. "Well, I'll-be-hanged!

B. M. Bower - The Lure of the Dim Trails