There they go—there they go—yelled a man from the top of a tree just over the head of the preacher. There they go—they are up to the fence now.
Are they indeed—are you sure—God be praised if they are.
Sure!—that I be—there they go—there they go—ha, ha, ha!—they’re tumblin’ over each other—ha, ha, ha—there they go—I knowed there wasn’t any thing there—ha, ha—halloo!—hey—what—
Well Job, what’s to pay now?—they’re t’other side o’ the fence now, arn’t they?
T’other side o’ the fence!—no, indeed, not within a—Lord God!—Mr. Burroughs!—Mr. Burroughs!
Well—what’s the matter now?
Lord have mercy upon us! Lord have mercy upon us!
You’ll break your neck Job Hardy, if you’re not careful.
O Lord, O lord! what will become of my poor wife?
Ah, ha—now do you believe me?