if you come to that, than them that judge _you_. Cuss
'em, the state would be a nation sight better sarved, if
one o' these old rooks was sent out to try trover for a
goose, and larceny for an old hat, to Nova Scotia, and
you was sent for to take the ribbons o' the state coach
here; hang me if it wouldn't. You know that, and feel
your oats, too, as well as any one. So don't be so infarnal
mealy-mouthed, with your mock modesty face, a turnin' up
of the whites of your eyes as if you was a chokin', and
savin' 'No _Bun-kum_, Mr. Slick.' Cuss that word Bunkum!
I am sorry I ever told you that are story, you will be
for everlastinly a throwin' up of that are, to me now.

"Do you think if I warnted to soft sawder you, I'd take
the white-wash brush to you, and slobber it, on, as a
nigger wench does to a board fence, or a kitchen wall to
home, and put your eyes out with the lime? No, not I;
but I could tickel you though, and have done it afore
now, jist for practice, and you warn't a bit the wiser.
Lord, I'd take a camel's-hair brush to you, knowin' how
skittish and ticklesome you are, and do it so it would
feel good. I'd make you feel kinder pleasant, I know,
and you'd jist bend your face over to it, and take it as
kindly as a gall does a whisper, when your lips keep jist
a brushin' of the cheek while you are a talkin'. I wouldn't
go to shock you by a doin' of it coarse; you are too
quick, and too knowin' for that. You should smell the
otter o' roses, and sniff, sniff it up your nostrils,
and say to yourself, 'How nice that is, ain't it? Come,
I like that, how sweet it stinks!' I wouldn't go for to