" And Caleb
sed: "Wall, your goin' to the wrong town.
Manchester has got a quarantine agin' any
more hogs comin' in, 'cos what hogs they is
thar has all got colery, and you'd better go
to Concord. Besides the paper says markit
is purty well up in Concord." Wall, Jim
sed a good many things that wouldn't sound
good at a prayer meetin', and then he sed:
"Wall, boys, gess we'll start back fer
Concord, so turn round." Wall, they went
along 'bout two days, and them poor hogs
couldn't stand it no longer 'cos they wuz
jist clean tuckered out, so Jim had to sell
'em to Josiah Martin fer what he could git,
'cos it wuz jist right at Josiah's place whar
the hogs gin out, and thar wan't no way of
moovin' them from thar fer some time to
cum.
Wall, along 'bout two weeks after that
we wuz all over to Ezra Hoskins's store,
and some one sed: "Jim, you didn't do
very well with your hogs this year, did you?"
And Jim sed: "Oh, I don't know; that's
jist owin' to how you look at it. I never
caught up to that blamed markit, but I had
the society of the hogs fer two weeks."
Uncle Josh and the Lightning Rod Agent
WALL I s'pose I git buncode offener than any
feller what ever lived in Punkin Centre. A
short time ago we wanted to build a new town
hall, and calculated we'd have a brick
building; and some one sed, "Wall now, if
you'll jist wait 'til Josh Weathersby makes
another trip or two down to New York
thar'll be gold bricks enuff a-layin' 'round
Punkin Centre to build a new town hall.
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