"An' I'm d——d ef I made my wife th' 'oman she ar'," said the corn-cracker.
Accompanied by the corn-cracker, I entered the turpentine-shed.
The Colonel and I instinctively halted our horses, as the 'corn-cracker' stopped his.
In the words of Mr. Snell, when he came out from behind the watering-trough: "It was a corn-cracker!"
The corn-cracker betakes himself to some sunny spot, where there is abundance of mud, and aids digestion by wallowing.