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? ? ? ? "Yes, you did- 'bout six chaws. You borry'd store tobacker and paid back nigger-head."
? ? ? ? Store tobacco is flat black plug, but these fellows mostly chaws the natural leaf twisted. When they borrow a chaw, they don't generly cut it off with a knife, but they set the plug in between their teeth, and gnaw with their teeth and tug at the plug with their hands till they get it in two- then sometimes the one that owns the tobacco looks mournful at it when it's handed back, and says, sarcastic-
? ? ? ? "Here, gimme the chaw, and you take the plug."
? ? ? ? All the streets and lanes was just mud, they warn't nothing else but mud- mud as black as tar, and nigh about a foot deep in some places; and two or three inches deep in all the places. The hogs loafed and grunted around, everywheres. You'd see a muddy sow and a litter of pigs come lazying along the street and whollop herself right down in the way, where folks had to walk around her, and she'd stretch out, and shut her eyes, and wave her ears, whilst the pigs was milking her, and look as happy as if she was on salary.
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