“Where he ought to be,—at his own door, a smokin' his own rearin'.”
“Is there an ostler to be found? I want to refresh my horse, and get some breakfast for myself too.”
“There an't none.”
“No help?”
“Never was.”
“That's singular, I fancy.”
“No, it an't.”
“Why, what do travellers do with their cattle, then?”
“There bean't none.”
“No cattle?”