Of mutton taller—give his boots a heavy co’t
of grease,
Greased his fingers nice an’ slick an’ then—an’
then, I swear,
Grabbed them boot-straps, give a pull an’ up
he went in air.”
—Ought to heered us critters laugh—gre’t big
“Haw, haw, haw-w-!”
Jason Britt he dropped his teeth, Erskine gulped
his chaw,