Ya gotta wonder -- these folks here tucked into a lil bend in a Western river, far from civilization, dressed like street ragamuffini, talking like they drink muddy water an' sleep in hollow logs; an' yet they always got them sovereigns to throw around, like so many dern yuppies. Yew s'pose they got an ATM out by the outhouse? How come they so ready with shillings an' sovereigns an' other such kinds o' coorintsy? Lak tuh get me some of them sovereigns!

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