We-uns

“We-uns hev all been a-gittin' married round hyar lately. Whar's that purty wife o' yourn?”

‘We'uns was sittin under a tree over to the cannin factory just a little while ago, eatin our dinner, when this here stranger rode up.’

Then he come back to we-uns laughin'; sed the Yank offered him twenty dollars a month to go home to Maine with him, an' went on like a preacher […]

But Marshall Rutherford hain't no neighbour to we-uns. He hain't belongin' to Big Creek Gap. We hain't wantin' no more of Kennedy Poteet's stock in here, and we hain't aimin' to hev 'em.