a hell-rouser shore--but they ain't comin'!''
An', so sayin', I takes my foot in
my hand an' steps fer home.

Stranger, them fellers over thar hain't
seed much o' this world. Lots of 'em
nuver seed the cyars; some of 'em nuver
seed a wagon. An' atter jowerin' an'
noratin' fer 'bout two hours, what you
reckon they said they aimed to do?
They believed they'd take that ar man
Beecher, ef they could git him to come.
They'd heerd o' Henry endurin' the war,
an' they knowed he was agin the rebs,
an' they wanted Henry if they could
jes git him to come.

Well, I snorted, an' the feud broke
out on Hell fer Sartain betwixt the Days
an' the Dillons. Mace Day shot Daws
Dillon's brother, as I rickollect--somep'n's
al'ays a-startin' up that plaguey
war an' a-makin' things frolicsome over
thar--an' ef it hadn't a-been fer a tall
young feller with black hair an' a scar
across his forehead, who was a-goin'
through the mountains a-settlin' these
wars, blame me ef I believe thar ever
would 'a' been any mo' preachin' on
Kingdom-Come. This feller comes over