"Sick!" cried Affidavy, "a'n't the old goose dead? 'Pshaw! why then we'll go on with the inquest, and say no more about it. I thought there was a job there for somebody; but, it seems, it is only for the doctor. Well, Squire, are you ready?"
"Yes," said the official; "but now, Mr. Affidafy, fat shall we do for witnesses?"
"Tush," said the man of law, "that's neither here nor there."
"Fy, you said, it wouldn't do mitout 'em!"
"Oh, that's according to circumstances, and here we have circumstances enough to hang the whole county."
"Fell, then," said the magistrate, "we'll pring it in a case of murder. Are you all agreedt? Fat says you, Peter Pork?"
"Why, I dunna," said Peter, "but I reckon so."
"Fat says you, Thomas Pork?"
"Why, I dunna; but I go with Peter."
"Fat says you, Jacob Musser?"