in Hazlan (which she hadn't, of co'se),
an' had said p'int-blank that he was
the likeliest feller she'd seed in them
mountains. An' he tol' Polly Ann
that Jeb was ravin' crazy 'bout her.
The pure misery of it jes made him
plumb delirious, Abe said; an' 'f Polly
Ann wanted to find her match fer languige
an' talkin' out peert--well, she
jes ought to strike Jeb Somers. Fact
is, stranger, Jeb Somers air might' nigh
a idgit; but Jeb 'lowed he'd rack right
over on Cutshin an' set up with Polly
Ann Sturgill; an' Abe tells Polly Ann
the king bee air comin'. An' Polly
Ann's cousin, Nance Osborn, comes
over from Hell fer Sartain (whut runs
into Kingdom-Come) to stay all night
an' see the fun.

Now, I hain't been a-raftin' logs
down to the settlemints o' Kaintuck
fer nigh on to twenty year fer nothin',
An' I know gallivantin' is diff'ent
with us mountain fellers an' you furriners,
in the premises, anyways, as
them lawyers up to court says; though
I reckon hit's purty much the same
atter the premises is over. Whar you
says ``courtin','' now, we says ``talkin'