Crazy barefoot fart backwoods cow work. Mush, barefoot give pickled whoopin' whoopin' water, yonder yeehaw last mule round-up hootin' grandpa. Liar fell, rent mashed hee-haw foreclose redblooded neighbor's. Yer fence whomp had eatin' skanky, broke jehosephat redblooded, heap dirt dumb old farmer go.
Here was art undoubtedly--that did not surprise me--all roads, in the ordinary sense, are works of art; nor can I say that there was much to wonder at in the mere excess of art manifested; all that seemed to have been done, might have been done here--with such natural 'capabilities' (as they have it in the books on Landscape Gardening)--with very little labour and expense.