She grabs her bonnet and applies the gad.
And Mose at last has struck his old-time speed;
For once the Jew and Gentile are agreed.
Around the church the gathered country folk
Observe: “The Sabbath day is bein’ broke.”
With eager eye and half-averted face,
Though some condemn, yet all observe the race.
“Land sakes!” cries one, “I’ll bet ye ten t’ tew
It’s Deacon Jones a-drivin’ that ar Jew.”
“I can’t bet much, but here’s my life upon it—