LXXXVI
What 'peals to Doc the most and best is "seein' folks agreed,
And takin' ekal interest and universal heed
O' ever'body else's words and idies—same as we
Wuz glad and chirpy as the birds—jes as we'd ort to be!"
LXXXVII
And paterotic! Like to git Doc started, full and fair,
About the war, and why 't 'uz fit, and what wuz 'complished there;
"And who wuz wrong," says Doc, "er right, 't 'uz waste o' blood and tears,
All prophesied in Black and White fer years and years and years!"
LXXXVIII
And then he'll likely kind o' tetch on old John Brown, and dwell
On what his warnin's wuz; and ketch his breath and cough, and tell
On down to Lincoln's death. And then—well, he jes chokes and quits
With "I must go now, gentlemen!" and grabs his hat, and gits!
LXXXIX
Doc's own war-rickord wuzn't won so much in line o' fight
As line o' work and nussin' done the wownded, day and night.—
His wuz the hand, through dark and dawn, 'at bound their wownds, and laid
As soft as their own mother's on their forreds when they prayed....
