Zeke. Well, you are a handsome group, you are! Feel puty sick, don’t ye?
| Phil. | } Oh, oh! |
| Ned. |
Chick. Ow, ow! want to go to de horsefiddle.
Zeke. You want to know the remedy?
| Phil. | } eagerly. Yes, yes! the remedy. |
| Ned. |
Chick. Yes, massa, de remember me.
Zeke. Well, here it is. (Produces pledge.) Here’s the pledge of the Rocky-valley Teetotalers, whereby the signers promise to indulge in no spirituous liquors. Sign this, and I’ll save you.
Ned. What, promise to drink no more liquor! I’ll die first.
Phil. What, sign away my liberty! Death first.