You all
hearn me: he's crazy, s'I; everything shows it, s'I.
Look at that-air
grindstone, s'I; want to tell ME't any
cretur 't's in his right mind 's a goin' to scrabble all
them crazy things onto a grindstone, s'I? Here
sich 'n'
sich a person busted his heart; 'n' here so 'n' so
pegged along for thirty-seven year, 'n' all that -
natcherl son o' Louis somebody, 'n' sich everlast'n
rubbage.