w'it-leather

Updated: September 17, 2025

Big Abel paused for a moment and wiped his brow with his blue cotton sleeve. "Dis yer ain' no oak, caze it's w'it-leather," he rejoined in an injured tone, as he lifted the axe and sent it with all his might into the shivering log, which threw out a shower of fine chips.

Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow - The Battle Ground