Regionalism: It is a type of writing which refers to the "local color" of the region. By "local color", they refer to the special qualities of the city such as the language, their traditions, customs, the surrounding, etc.
How Mark Twain represents regionalism: In his stories, he would add in some unique characteristics of the town to make us feel as if we were actually there.He did that by using incorrect grammar and words on purpose to make us feel as if we're experiencing it first hand.It was one bright and sunny day as usual, I was walkin. down the road to meet friend. We was gonna go see our farm, ma friend and I. It was ma family farm. We was gonna go there to check everything. Now, ma friend was a very ca-razy person. One time, we went fishing together. We couldn't caatch a single fish for many, many hours. Suddenly ma friend caught somethin, we both got very excited. He asked for my help. But it was too heavy and we felt like we had caught somethin' big. But then suddenly ma friend fell into the water, and he was screamin' for help. Luckily there were many other people there fishin' too so they came and helped out. Finally he was rescued.Thank goodness for their heelp. We were very embarrassed, so we went back quickly. But ma friend din't give up, no he din't, he went back there the next day to try again. But this time, he went all by himself . Even though he fell once, he wanted to try his luck again. But sadly he fell again, and he fell the third time too. After falling so many times, he promised hisself, that he would nevver evver go fishin' agaain.Now what was I talkin' about? ah, yes I was talkin'about me and ma friend visiting the farm. While we was visitin' the faarm, the chickens were suddenly let loose and they started runnin' all over the place. I said," We ought to do something, now don't we?"The laborers was screamin' and was sayin', Help us catch the chickens?! So ma friend and I started helpin' them. I myself caught a few. But ma friend, he tripped over the eggs and that was not a pretty sight. His clothes and his hair became sticky and gooey and disgusting. And then he said,"Aw, dang, why does this always happen to me?!" Everyone started laughin' at him, and we forgot all about those chickens. So those chickens started getting away and they started runnin' onto the streets. We thought this would take forever.But then we ran onto the streets and caught those chickens. They thought they was clever, but no they wasn't 'cause at the end, we still caught 'em. Even though it was one crazy day,both of us still had a mighty good time at the farm.
