“Nothin baout jailin for debt?”
“Nothin baout takin prop'ty tew a valiation, Laban?”
“Nothin baout movin govment aout o' Bosting?”
“Nothin, I tells ye,” answered Laban, in the same tone of utter discouragement. “Squire says ez haow the convenshin hain't done nothin 'cept tew resolve that ez courts sh'd go on an the laws sh'd be kerried aout an disorderly folks sh'd be punished.”
The men looked from one to another of each other's faces, and each wore the same blank look. Finally Israel Goodrich said, nodding his head with an expression of utter dejection at each word:
“Wal, I swow, I be kinder disappinted.”
There was a space of silence.
“So be I,” said Peleg.
Presently Paul Hubbard's metallic voice was heard.
“We were fools not to have known it. Didn't we elect a General Court last year a purpose to do something for us, and come to get down to Bosting didn't the lawyers buy em up or fool em so they didn't do a thing? The people won't git righted till they take hold and right themselves, as they did in the war.”