"No, sirree!" ejaculated Bunkerton. "There wasn't any of that nonsense in my family. My father never thrashed me in all his life."
"Too bad, too bad," sighed Hickenlooper. "Another wreck due to a misplaced switch."
James the Second, when Duke of York, made a visit to Milton, the poet, and asked him among other things, if he did not think the loss of his sight a judgment upon him for what he had writen against his father, Charles the First. Milton answered: "If your Highness think my loss of sight a judgment upon me, what do you think of your father's losing his head."—Life.
A white man during reconstruction times was arraigned before a colored justice of the peace for killing a man and stealing his mule. It was in Arkansas, near the Texas border, and there was some rivalry between the states, but the colored justice tried to preserve an impartial frame of mind.
"We's got two kinds ob law in dis yer co't," he said: "Texas law an' Arkansas law. Which will you hab?"
The prisoner thought a minute and then guessed that he would take the Arkansas law.
"Den I discharge you fo' stealin' de mule, an' hang you fo' killin' de man."