1 The young women had quilts around them, and their hair down their backs.
2 There was a seedy old chest, and an old hair trunk with the hinges broke.
3 His forehead was high, and his hair was black and straight and hung to his shoulders.
4 Trouble has done it, Bilgewater, trouble has done it; trouble has brung these gray hairs and this premature balditude.
5 His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and hung down, and you could see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines.
6 Well, last I pulled out some of my hair, and blooded the axe good, and stuck it on the back side, and slung the axe in the corner.
7 There was an old hair trunk in one corner, and a guitar-box in another, and all sorts of little knickknacks and jimcracks around, like girls brisken up a room with.
8 I got up and turned around in my tracks three times and crossed my breast every time; and then I tied up a little lock of my hair with a thread to keep witches away.
9 He cussed away with all his might, and throwed his hat down in the mud and rode over it, and pretty soon away he went a-raging down the street again, with his gray hair a-flying.
10 They judged it was him, anyway; said this drownded man was just his size, and was ragged, and had uncommon long hair, which was all like pap; but they couldn't make nothing out of the face, because it had been in the water so long it warn't much like a face at all.
11 But it warn't good judgment, because that was the boot that had a couple of his toes leaking out of the front end of it; so now he raised a howl that fairly made a body's hair raise, and down he went in the dirt, and rolled there, and held his toes; and the cussing he done then laid over anything he had ever done previous.