Excerpt: ""Well, she ain't changed an awful lot since I left," remarks Magpie Simpkins, as he cuddles his long legs up under his chin and tilts his chair against the side of the cabin. "You can't expect no big changes in uh wilderness like this in thirty days," says I, and he nods emphatic like and spits at uh lizard. "The East looks good, Ike," he proclaims. "Did the East look good to you or did you look good to the East?" I asks. "Seems to me that you gets uh heap civilized in thirty days. What's the idea uh that hard hat?" "Last word in head-gear, Ike," he states, picking the yaller, pot-shaped thing off the ground, and patting it affectionate like. "They calls 'em Darby hats. Did yuh notice that green and red shirt in my valise? I annexes that in Chicago, Ill., U. S. A., and she sure is uh humdinger. Got uh necktie pin in that valise, too, that only assessed me ten dollars and eighty-five cents, and nobody what never seen uh real diamond could tell the difference.""
