Mr. Scraggs by Henry Wallace Phillips
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divided we fall upon his neck.' When she done the last, of a still
day, you could hear the crack of my cervycal vertybree three mile. "So, at last, I wearied. I writ a letter to the Elders tellin' 'em I enjoyed the work, but thought it was time for my spirit of self-sacrifice to exercise himself a little. So would they mind givin' me another job? Somethin' like lyin' on a board and havin' a doctor rip-saw chunks out of me for the benefit of Science, and let him lose the pieces, for all I cared. "The Mormon Church, she come to my relief by sendin' me out on a proselytin' expedition to York State. But I wasn't built proper to lead errin' sheep into the fold. Most of the sheep they hollered 'Baa!' when they see me, and gathered distance with both feet. If I did get a chance to talk to a man he always asked me awkward questions. Like one old farmer, whilest I was explainin' the advantages of havin' as many helpmates and cheerful companions and domestic joys as possible, busts into me by takin' holt of my coat and askin' so confidential I couldn't lie to him, 'How do you find it yourself?' "'The Lord be good to fools!' says I. 'You got _one_ now, ain't you?' "''M ya-a-as,' says he, without anything you could figger as wild enthusiasm in his voice; 'I hev.' "'Well,' says I, 'multiply one by eighteen, and let's have a drink.' "'I had to send word to the Elders that Books of Mormon weren't |
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