"I cut a hole in the floor with the ax, and hid between the jists."
"Did they fight long upon your ground?"
"It seemed to me like it wor TWO WEEKS."
"You must have been pretty well scared; were you not?"
"Humph! skeered! Lor bless you, skeered! That aint no name for it!"
Skeered! That ain't no name for it.
Camp Fun in a Burlesque Letter to a Friend.
The other morning I was standing by Billy Briggs, in our tent.