"Are you an unbeliever?" he asked.
"I don't know what you call onbeliever. I believe in God and Christ, and keep Sunday and the Fourth of July; but I don't believe in all of Brother Goshorn's nonsense about wearing veils and artificials."
"Well," said Brother Hall, "would you endeavor to induce your wife to dress in a manner unbecoming a Methodist?"
"I wouldn't fer the world. If I git the article I want, I don't keer what it's tied up in, calico or bombazine."
"Couldn't you join the Methodist Church yourself, and keep your wife company?" It was Brother Goshorn who spoke.
"Couldn't I? I suppose I could ef I didn't think no more of religion than some other folks. I could jine the Methodist Church, and have everybody say I jined to git my wife. That may be serving God; but I can't see how. And then how long would you keep me? The very fust time I fired off my blunderbuss in class-meetin', and you heerd the buckshot and the squirrel-shot and the slugs and all sorts of things a-rattlin' around, you'd say I was makin' fun of the Gospel. I 'low they a'n't no Methodist in me. I was cut out cur'us, you know, and made up crooked."