Deed, my bonny lass, I'll hae a kiss for a' my trouble at least,' and he caught her by the waist ; but she geed him sic a lounder o' the side o' the heed, that she garr'd him reel again

Consequently, it is not surprising that in the years from 1935 to 1938 when the dust-bowl influx was at its peak that hudreds of dustbowl refugees moved into these so-called shacktowns, or squatter camps.

my aged muscles harrow'd up with whips

as wick as an eel