He allowed he’d show the neighbors jest the
kind of son he’d got.
—Said he’d show ’em how a Runnels allus
stuck by kith an’ kin,
So the lawyer drew the papers—an’ they started
home agin,
Uncle Tascus held the webbin’s—he has allus
driv’ the hoss—
John he chuckled kind o’ nervous. Then said
he, “Wal, pa, I’m boss!