"What, what? Where are we?"
"Between Fracroft and Simons, suh."
"Yet?"
"Yessuh, yit!"
"Hasn't your silly train moved since four o'clock?"
"Moved? No, suh. Not mo'n a yahd or two nohow, suh, and I reckon we backed them up again."
"That foolish snow still?"
"Yessuh; and snow some more, suh."
"But haven't we the plow still ahead?"
"Oh, yessuh; the plow's ahaid. We still got it; but that's all, suh. It ain't doin' much; it's busted."