But he lifted himself heavily, and he limped as he walked to a rock at a little distance and sat down.
Mink with his sudden change of temper let the encounter pass as a bit of fun. He referred to the jug frequently afterward, and again burst into song:—
“Oh, ah! Oh, ah!
The weevil’s in the wheat, the worm’s in the corn,
The moon’s got a twist in the eend o’ her horn;
Fur the witch, she grinned and batted her eye,
An’ gin ’em an ail ez she went by
Ter fresk in the frost, ‘an’ show,’ she said,
‘I kin dance on my ankle-j’ints an’ swaller my head,
An’ how I do it, oh, ah! oh, ah!