cu'd

Billy Buch, a-bettin 'he cu'd do it in ten minutes an' a-sickin 'him on the po' little monkey -- this big savage dorg.

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore

There's that Archie B. -- confound him, he cu'd run ten machines at onct and never know it.

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore

He's got a little farm an 'is well to do an' is thrifty, an 'if I cu'd only git that class started in the mill an' contented to wuck there, it 'ud open up

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore

All me an 'little Jack needed or cu'd use, was a few clothes, some bac'n an' coffee an 'flour.

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore

"Bishop, if I cu'd only forgive my foes -- that's been the ruin of me."

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore

I was healthy an 'well an' so happy to think I cu'd make a livin 'for the home-folks -- for daddy an' the little ones.

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore

For forty years he has trod the narrer path, stumpin 'his toe now an' then, but allers gettin 'up agin, for forty years he has he'ped others all he cu'd, been charitable an' forgivin ', as hones' as the temptation would permit, an 'only a natural lie now an' then as to the weather or the size of a fish, trustin 'in God to make it all right.

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore

She was han'som 'as a three-year-old an' cu'd out-dance, out-ride, out-sing an 'out-flirt any other gal that ever come down the pike.

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore

"Fine fun an 'kinder sarcastic, but, Jack, Ben Butler cu'd make them blooded trotters look like steers led to slaughter."

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore

If he fell he riz agin, fur he had a Hand outstretched in his faith that cu'd lift him up, an 'knew that he could go to a Father that always forgave -- an' that's the main thing.

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore