Come jest as natchrul to him, too,
—’Twas innocent, and them as knew
Zeke’s failin’s never took great stock,
But jest stood back and let him talk;
Jest let him thrash his peck o’ chart,
Then got behind his back to laugh.
Why, Zeke would—jest hold on and see
What that old liar told to me.
Last fall while gettin’ in his grain
He said he see’d a harrycane