"To Sam Bell's, at the 'Boro'."
"What will he pay you?"
"Wal, I've four barr'ls of 'dip,' and tu of 'hard.' For the hull, I reckon he'll give three dollar a barr'l."
"By tale?"
"No, for tu hun'red and eighty pound."
"Well, I'll give you two dollars and a half, by weight."
"Can't take it, Cunnel; must get three dollar."
"What, will you go sixty miles with this team, and waste five or six days, for fifty cents on six barrels—three dollars!"
"Can't 'ford the time, Cunnel, but must git three dollar a barr'l."
"That fellow is a specimen of our 'natives,'" said the Colonel, as we resumed our seats in the carriage. "You'll see more of them before we get back to the plantation."