"Don't yew be in sech a hurry, Abner," he finally ejaculated. "Would
ye mind payin yer taxes ef govment giv ye the money ter pay em with?"

"No. In course I wouldn't."

"Ezzackly. Course ye wouldn't. Ye'd be dum unreas'nable ef ye did.
Wal, naow I callate that air's jess what govment's gonter dew, ez soon
ez it gits the news from Northampton and Barrington. It's gonter print
a stack o' bills, an git em inter cirk'lashun, an then we'll all on us
hev suthin tew pay fer taxes, an not mind it a bit; yis, an pay all
the debts that's a owin, tew."

"I hain't no objeckshun ter that," admitted Abner, frankly.

"Of course ye hain't," said Ezra. "Nobody hain't. Ye see ye spoke tew
quick, Abner. All the kentry wants is bills, a hull slew on em, lots
on em, an then the courts kin go on, an debts an taxes kin be paid, an
everything'll be all right. I ain't one o' them ez goes agin' payin
debts an taxes. I says let em be paid, ev'ry shillin, on'y let govment
print nuff bills fer folks tew pay em with."

"I callate a couple o' wagon loads o' new bills would pay orf ev'ry
morgidge, an mos' o' the debts, in Berkshire," said Israel,
reflectively.

"Sartinly, sartinly," exclaimed Ezra. "That would be plenty. It don'
cost nothin tew print em, an they'd pacify this ere caounty a dum
sight quicker nor no two rigiments, nor no ten, nuther."

"That air's what I believe in," said Israel, beamingly, "peaceable