And while he was a sayin it he was a jerkin skirts and pettycoats and sich like down from the nails in the wall onto the floor, a huntin them overhalls.
“Why, Jobe,” says I, “what on airth is the matter? What do you want more fence around the medder for?”
“To save the grass, Betsy, to save the grass,” says he. “What would you suppose Ide want more fence around the medder for? Hurry up, quit that churnin and git me them overhalls, or he will have half the grass stomped out before we git a rail up.”
I stopped churnin, and, lookin him strait in the face, says I:
“Jobe Gaskins, are you crazy? What are you talkin about anyhow?”
“A huntin them overhalls.”
“What am I talkin about?” says he. “What am I talkin about? Betsy, Ime talkin about Coxey—Coxey! Theyve went and nominated him for governor, and he’ll stomp all the grass out of the State of Ohio if the fences haint built higher and stronger.
“You can see now what them Populists are a bringin us to.
“You can see now what you git for readin them Populist books and papers.