Dere were bushes for tea!
Dere was smoke in far places!
Whining saws could be 'eard with dog ears, without being too sure when it all 'appen.
Den Taniel showed us all 'is land, all ober Mau is what it seemed, with a broad sweep of the hand: "Dis is de land I caught from de Cover Men of Te Tay."
Where old trees had been, which everyone alive was born standing, was all 'is land. There were no trees there to talk of, only pale shadows -- and stump upon stump.
There were no trees there to talk, if only they could tell in their own words of the infamy.
There were dead trees in ten fingers and ten toes, if I remember, for grandfathers.
Den Taniel stop, all a sudden, sullen, an 'e ax, in credulity (how we could think such unspeakable thoughts in dead silence, upon his presence): "Would you, who would, refuse land from the Cover Men? Not me. I was not porn yesterday!"
"I 'ave my rights -- chus pecause I was..." Says Taniel, who would and shall not be moved.
When dey qive you deck, gueegly, and co!
Hesnowchokinplayinright?
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