"To be sho', Mos' Hawton. I's morred—Lemme see how many wives has I morred sence I fus' commenced?"
"Oh, I don't mean that;" and Dr. Horton proceeded to explain what he did mean.
"No," said Moses. "I never done any that business, but reckon I could: I's done things a heap hauder."
"Well, let me see you try your han' on this couple."
"Well," said Uncle Moses, "git me a book: got ter have a Bible, or hymn-book, or cat'chism, or somethin'."
The doctor gravely handed over a pocket edition of Don Quixote, which happened to lie in his reach.
Uncle Moses took it for a copy of the Methodist Discipline, and made pretence of seeking for the marriage ceremony. At length he appeared satisfied that he had the right page, and stood up facing the couple.
"Jine boff yer right han's," he solemnly commanded. Then, with his eyes on the book, he repeated the marriage service, with some remarkable emendations. "An' ef yer solemnly promus," he said in conclusion, "ter lub an' 'bey one 'nuther tell death pawts yer, please de Laud yer lib so long, I pernounces boff yer all man an' wife."
Then the mistress looked about and got together a basket of household articles for the new couple. Bearing this between them, Alston and Little Lizay went back to the plantation and to their unfinished rows of cotton, happy, poor souls! pathetic as it seems.