But Jeff he hit upon a way o’ helpin’ on us forrard
By bein’ unannermous,—a trick you ain’t quite up to, Norrard.
A baldin hain’t no more ’f a chance with them new apple-corers
Than folks’s oppersition views aginst the Ringtail Roarers;
They’ll take ’em out on him ’bout east,—one canter on a rail
Makes a man feel unannermous ez Jonah in the whale;
Or ef he’s a slow-moulded cuss thet can’t seem quite t’ agree,
He gits the noose by tellergraph upon the nighes’ tree:
Their mission-work with Afrikins hez put ’em up, thet’s sartin,
To all the mos’ across-lot ways o’ preachin’ an’ convartin’;