Givum dinner; smokum pipe, was all that we could get out of Quatchett.

The Dominus Rex, benignantly receiving our Thirteen with their obeisance, and graciously declaring that he will strive to act for God’s honour, and the Church’s good, commands […]

Hey man, can I take a waterfall from your bottle?

These were nearly all Yankees, regarded by the Southern people as a trafficking, tricky set, ready to sell a wooden nutmeg or any other sham. They, in turn, looked on the Kentuckians as a lazy, shiftless class, subsisting on hog, hominy and corn-bread, and willing tools in their hands.