II.
Bill set a minnit quiet-like, an’ then
Begun t’ onfold the letter. Sich a mess
O’ scraps, an’ holes, an’ long black blots an’ things
Yew never seen. I couldn’t hardly keep
From snik’rin’. Bill smiled tew, an’ ’lowed it must
’A’ took more time an’ trubble tew unwrite
The letter ’n’ ’t did ter write it. Then ’e read,
’Thout skippin’ nuthin’ ’cept the blots and cuts:
“Deer Paw: Wal, here we be at (blank), ’n’ I got