1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 308: Be more broke wagon tongues today, or I’m a nigger.at I’m a nigger, phr.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 35: He would saw open the big log where he had cached his beaver, banks being what they were. [Ibid.] 256: Whose beaver you earnin’, Caleb?at beaver, n.1
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 256: Hudson Bay Company, H. B. C., ol’ Here Before Christ, that’s who.at Here Before Christ, n.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 256: She needs good men all right [...] but not just anybody. There’s too many by-jesus anybodies everywhere. [Ibid.] 257: ‘Whativer is wrong with the Irish?’ [...] ‘Niver a thing,’ Greenwood said back, ‘Niver a by-jesus thing.’.at bejesus, adj.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 19: ‘Name’s Hig,’ the figure announced. ‘Or that’s what they call me. It’s bobtail for Higgins.’.at bobtail, adj.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 29: I’d like him to know something besides root, hog, or die.at root, hog or die, v.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 74: Drive, plod, push, tug, turn the wheels. Eat dust, damn you!at eat dust (v.) under eat, v.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 230: She was gone on you. She was now. Purty as paint and a gone beaver on you.at gone on (adj.) under gone, adj.1
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 290: ‘Good for another trip?’ [...] ‘Good as gravy,’ Hig answered.at good as gravy (adj.) under gravy, n.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 48: Let Tadlock be upset, and you’d find McBee honey-fuggling the upsetters.at honeyfugle, v.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 230: ’Member that nigger you had to rub out [...] dast him to irons and give him the best of it and kilt him afore his finger could bend. Waugh and Jesus Christ! Them was the fat days . at Jesus!, excl.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 48: God yes, shoot the dogs. They weren’t no real good to nobody. Just made more mess to step in.at mess, n.2
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 79: It ain’t an easy place [...] some sorry they set out and some just naturally ornery.at ornery, adj.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 230: ’Member that nigger you had to rub out [...] dast him to irons and give him the best of it and kilt him afore his finger could bend. Waugh and Jesus Christ! Them was the fat days .at rub out, v.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 50: Good God! Scrub stock. Marry into scrub stock, and it was all right! Call Hank McBee pappy and Mrs. McBee ma.at scrub, adj.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 111: ‘One man isn’t a train.’ ‘I didn’t figure you knew that.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Ain’t you the whole shebang?’.at whole shebang, n.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 55: Give some men a rifle and a piece of power [...] and they got too studdish to put up with.at stud, adj.
1950 A.B. Guthrie Way West 7: You can sleep dainty in a sure-enough bed.at sure-enough (adj.) under sure, adj.