milt

A bent old lady peered over her spectacles at us, and allowed Milt wuz out tew the barn.

A copper pump, with a brass knob on the curved handle, stood at one end of the sink–“Goes ter the well,” said Milt.

Upon the plateau I saw my rusty old disk harrow–a legacy from Milt–standing on the brown earth.

The eggs and milt were shaken violently from side to side until thoroughly mixed, a little water being added to help the mixture.

On'y this mornin' sez I to him,—he camps along o' me,—'Milt!'