screw-box

Updated: May 12, 2025

I yoost finds my feet on de bottom vhen he keels ofer, like dead, vid de cold and de playin' out. So I takes him in my arms and runs in. I had matches in my screw-box but my fingers vos dat froze I couldn't get 'em out first. But I manages make a fire, by an' by, and I rubs de life back into him again. And and you know vhat is first ting he say vhen he vake up?" Madge shook her head.

George Van Schaick - The Peace of Roaring River