The land office is the grave-yard of many a happy home.
In driving a settlement stake, one man is company and two's a crowd.
The ox-team makes a swift run when its owner understands how to drive them at the land-office window.
Snake [Bit].
"Did you have any accidents on the fishing trip?"
"No; none to speak of?"
"Any one snake bit?"
"Yes, but that's nothing. Bill Jones got snake-bit every time his clothes rubbed him, and hollered for whiskey; and in order to save any, we had to undress Bill and put him under guard for the general welfare."