Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uncle Jed, that pond is the fanciest thing you ever did see!

You scare up some wood, Ellie.

Is this thing a hire?

You and Jethro fetching my stove so I can get some bittles to cook in?

I'll set on her, Ellie.

Saw Granny some nice logs.

Well, thank you, Mr. Drydale.

Ain't this place got a wood pile?

And speaking of food, you'll find everything you could possibly want stored right in here.

But of course, a nice big fluffy souffle.

Could've whooped you if you hadn't tripped me.

People are no better than store food up against the north wall.

A person can get crippled from a hold like that.

So the folks took to calling an oxen ford, and later on got shortened to oxen.

Well, I'll leave you ladies to your culinary delights.

By thunder, you could outrun, out-climb, out-fight, and out-shoot every boy in them hills.

Big that way, I mean, uh, grown up.

If it is, I was right about things growing bigger out here.

That thing was this high.

Come on, let her up.

You turn him loose and get up from there before I take a strap to the boot.

Of course, I don't reckon he can stay around very long.

He's got to get back to Oxford and go to school.