I got it goin’, an’ after while he sez:
“Looks like it might be; ’f yew kin smoke thet stuff,
I reckin yew’re a smoker, an’ would stand
Fer ennything from burdock ter hoss-redish,
Or tan-bark, blacksmith’s parin’s, stable sweepin’s,
An’ sich like stuff they put in them thar kind
O’ boxes ’t yew got thar.” “Aw, quit yer josh,”
I sez, “I’ve smoked all them one time or ’nother,
An’ know the diff’runce. This ’ere smoke is reel
Terbacker; guess I know.” “Terbacker nuthin’”,