“Not dem kinda deers, dese de kine wit′ antling.” She say, “I′m goin′ witcha.” He say, “I'll be damned, iss not′ing but a dirty ol′ men's camp an′ you can′t go.” Well, she bawled an′ squalled and raise some sand, but he went to hont dem deers.

I stood in despair contemplating my ten outstretched fingers, daubed and draped with embryo drop-cake, and looking for all the world like web-feet.

An unknown woodship carrying 15 to 40ft (4.3-12.2 m) logs .of over 4 ft (1.2m) girth was wrecked in January 1804.

(The president lauded their fantabulousness, but G.M. sales fell 51 percent during the first two months of this year while the overall market declined by 39 percent.)