A: This job is too tough; I don't think I can do it!

I stumbled along through the young pines and huckleberry bushes. Pretty soon I struck into a sort of path that, I cal'lated, might lead to the road I was hunting for. It twisted and turned, and, the first thing I knew, made a sudden bend around a bunch of bayberry scrub and opened out into a big clear space like a lawn.

Of these different classes of receipts all, except those from "troncs, quêtes et collectes,” are enjoyed by the hospitates and asylums as well by the bureaux de bienfaisance.

Blimy if I don't believe 'e's taking 'ome 'is washing up his back.