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" I'll tell you, Jim, thar ain't no use
To talk on this no mo'. I've tuck a heap er yo' abuse,
Fur sartain en fur sho'. We'll settle hit next time we meet—
You hear me say my say— An' that'll be plum' in the street,
In town on county cote day."
" Say, Sam, I want to talk with you 'Bout clarin' up some groun', Now, tell me what you wanter do, Fur cash, or dicker, down." " Well, I hain't fittin', Tom, jes now— Ain't in the peartest way— But we kin fix hit up, I 'low, In town on county cote day."
" I've got a Glencoe colt, Bill Dick, I'll swop you fur that mar'. His pedigree is pooty slick, En he will be a star." " I've noticed him a time or two— You mean that gilden bay ?— Well, I kin tell you what I'll do In town on county cote day."