pen'tiary

Updated: July 1, 2025

I put it back in the pocket o' the coat." Jube Perkins laid a sudden hand upon his collar. "'Tain't no use denyin' it, Birt," he said with the sharp cadence of dismay. "Gin the grant back ter Nate, an' mebbe he won't go no furder 'bout'n it. Stealin' a paper like that air a pen'tiary crime!" Birt reeled under the word. He thought of his mother, the children.

Mary Noailles Murfree - Down the Ravine

"They'll be takin' ye away from the mountings ter jail ye an' try ye, an' mebbe ye'll go ter the pen'tiary arter that. An' how will yer mother, an' brothers, an' sister, git thar vittles, an' firewood, an' corn-crap an' clothes, an' sech Rufe bein' the oldest child, arter you-uns?" demanded the tanner. "An' even when ye git back I hate ter tell ye this word nobody will want ye round.

Mary Noailles Murfree - Down the Ravine