Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll set on her, Ellie.
He's got to get back to Oxford and go to school.
You scare up some wood, Ellie.
If it is, I was right about things growing bigger out here.
Thank heaven.
A person can get crippled from a hold like that.
But of course, a nice big fluffy souffle.
By thunder, you could outrun, out-climb, out-fight, and out-shoot every boy in them hills.
It's bad, pal.
You and Jethro fetching my stove so I can get some bittles to cook in?
Of course, I don't reckon he can stay around very long.
Yes, indeed.
Big that way, I mean, uh, grown up.
People are no better than store food up against the north wall.
Go on.
Uncle Jed, that pond is the fanciest thing you ever did see!
It's pink.
Well, I'll leave you ladies to your culinary delights.
Is this thing a hire?
Well, thank you, Mr. Drydale.
So the folks took to calling an oxen ford, and later on got shortened to oxen.
No!
You turn him loose and get up from there before I take a strap to the boot.
And speaking of food, you'll find everything you could possibly want stored right in here.
Come on, let her up.
Could've whooped you if you hadn't tripped me.
That thing was this high.
Saw Granny some nice logs.
Ain't this place got a wood pile?
Chicken?