[Connie Morgan in the Lumber Camps]
[CHAPTER I]
CONNIE MORGAN GOES "OUTSIDE"
WITH an exclamation of impatience, Waseche Bill pushed a formidable looking volume from him and sat, pen in hand, scowling down at the sheet of writing paper upon the table before him. "I done give fo' dollahs fo' that dictionary down to Faihbanks an' it ain't wo'th fo' bits!"
"What's the matter with it?" grinned Connie Morgan, glancing across the table into the face of his partner.
"The main matteh with it is that it ain't no good. It's plumb full of a lot of wo'ds that no one wouldn't know what yo' was talkin' about if yo' said 'em, an' the common ones a man has got some use fo' is left out."
"What word do you want? I learned to spell quite a lot of words in school."
"Gillum."
"What?"