“Mr. Kettle, call the counsel by his name, or I shall be obliged to commit you.”
“Why, your honor, I thought his name was Blackberry. Loafer Joe says it is, and besides I never heerd him called by any other name, your honor. He’s always called ‘little Blackberry’ whenever they tell of his hoss runnen away with him last Gineral Trainen!”
“No matter what Loafer Joe says—you must call him by his name, Mr. Kellogg, whenever you speak to him.”
“Well, your honor, all’s the same to Abe. Are you through, Mr. Kellogg?”
“Yes, and I demand judgment; the case is made out.”
“Not as you knows on, little Black—Mr. Kellogg I mean. Jest you wait a bit—jest wait till I criss-cross this here witness a little might. Mr. Slump, (addressing the witness,) who was present when I said that aire?”
“Loafer Joe was, and I was too.”
“Hem—ha—was there any one else?”
“Not as I seed.”
“Very well—put that down your honor. What did I say was the reason I called him by his name?”