“So fur as my best information and belief go, he's practically exclusively all Jewish,” said Judge Priest with a little chuckle.
“But I didn't think Jewish gentlemen ever did any fighting, Judge?”
I imagine that bewilderment was in my tone, for my juvenile education was undergoing enlargement by leaps and bounds.
“Didn't you?” he said. “Well, boy, you go to Sunday school, don't you?”
“Oh, yes, sir—every Sunday—nearly.”
“Well, didn't you ever hear tell at Sunday school of a little feller named David that taken a rock-sling and killed a big giant named Goliath?”
“Yes, sir; but——”
“Well, that there little feller David was a Jew.”
“I know, sir; but—but that was so long ago!”
“It was quite a spell back, and that's a fact,” agreed Judge Priest. “Even so, I reckin human nature continues to keep right on bein' human nature. You'll be findin' that out, son, when you git a little further along in years. They learnt you about Samson, too, didn't they—at that there Sunday school?”