An’ when nine-tenths the perrish took to tumblin’ roun’ an’ hollerin’,
I did n’ fin’ no gret in th’ way o’ turnin’ tu an’ follerin’.
Soon ez Miss S. see thet, sez she, “Thet ’s wut I call wuth seein’!
Thet ’s actin’ like a reas’nable an’ intellectle bein’!”
An’ so we fin’lly made it up, concluded to hitch hosses,
An’ here I be ’n my ellermunt among creation’s bosses;
Arter I’d drawed sech heaps o’ blanks, Fortin at last hez sent a prize,
An’ chose me for a shinin’ light o’ missionary enterprise.
This leads me to another pint on which I’ve changed my plan
O’ thinkin’ so ’s ’t I might become a straight-out Southun man.