"No, laid on a rock an' got a drink outen the creek as I come along."
"Wall, this is fresh water. Wan't fotch from the spring mo' than twenty-fo' hours ago."
"Don't reckon you kin tempt me, Jasper."
The old man took up the gourd, and in attempting to drink, let the water pour through the handle and run down his sleeve. He threw the vegetable dipper back into the bucket and declared that a man might as well try to drink out of a sifter.
"Any news over yo' way, Laz?"
"Don't believe thar's anythin' wu'th dividin'."
"Nobody shot or cut?"
"Let me see. Reckon you hearn about Oscar Pryor."
"No, not sence he borrid five dollars of me. What about him?"
"Went down in the bottoms whar folks war a leetle too civilized an' fell in a well."