“Will the tooth come at the first lick?”
“Ginerally. If it didn’t, you might as well stick your head in a swarm o’ bees and fergit who you are.”
“Are back teeth extracted in that way?”
“Yes, sir; any kind of a tooth. I’ve burnt my holler teeth out with a red-hot wire.”
“Good God!”
“Hit’s so. The wire’d sizzle like fryin’.”
“Kill the nerve?”
“No; but it’d sear the mar so it wouldn’t be so sensitive.”
“Didn’t hurt, eh?”
“Hurt like hell for a moment. I held the wire one time for Jim Bob Jimwright, who couldn’t reach the spot for hisself. I told him to hold his tongue back; but when I touched the holler he jumped and wropped his tongue agin the wire. The words that man used ain’t fitty to tell.”