“Good land! it won’t be no job for him; it won’t be no more for him than it would for my companion to take back a hen he had borryed from Deacon Huffer up to Zoar—or stole from him, I spoze I ort to say, in order to carry out the metafor as metafors ort to be carried.”
I sez this in a real enthusiastic axent, and a very friendly one too towards Uncle Samuel; for I love that noble-minded but sometimes misguided old creeter—I love him dearly.
But Victor smiled agin that sort of a amused smile, and yet a sort of a sad one too. And sez he:
“I am afraid this Nation has not got your sense of honor.”
He couldn’t help, I see, a kinder wishin’ that the Government would brace up and take over a few cargoes of ’em.
But he wuz dubersome.
But anyway he wuz bound they should get there some way. And I had a feelin’, as I looked at him, that the dark waves in front of him would part some way, and he would pass over into the light, he and his race.
Wall, jest about as he finished up his idees to me, Genieve come in lookin’ as pretty as a pink, and I got up and carried the thread into the house, willin’ to leave ’em alone for a little while, and I spoze—I spoze they wuz willin’ to have me go.
Yes, I hadn’t forgot what courtship wuz, when Josiah Allen come over to see me, sheepish but affectionate.
And I remember well how he would brighten up when Mother Smith would be obleeged to go out to get supper, or to strain the milk, or sunthin’ or other.