teedious

Updated: May 13, 2025

I lays down my gun, an' shucks my belts an' knife, an' goes swarmin' up the beech. It's shorely a teedious enterprise, an' some rough besides. That beech seems as full of spikes an' thorns as a honey locust its a sort o' porkypine of a tree. "'Which I works my lacerated way into the lower branches, an' then, glances up ag'in the firmaments to locate the coon.

Alfred Henry Lewis - Wolfville Days