way around;
He could jest as slick as preachin’ bite in two a
shingle nail,
Or squonch a moulded bullet, sah, and ev’ry
tooth was sound.
I’ve seen him lift a kag of pork, a-bitin’ on the
chine,
And he’d clench a rope and hang there like a
puppy to a root;
And a feller he could pull and twitch and yank