a great "_outpourin' of the spirit_."'

"'Well, that's awful,' says I, 'too. The magistrates
ought to see to that; it ain't right, when folks assemble
that way to worship, to be a-sellin' of rum; and gin,
and brandy, and spirits, is it?'

"'I don't mean that,' sais he, 'although, p'rhaps, there
was too much of that wicked traffic too, I mean the
preachin'. It was very peeowerful; there was "_many
sinners saved_."

"'I guess there was plenty of room for it,' sais I,
'onless that neighbourhood has much improved since I
knowed it last.'

"'It's a sweet thing,' sais he. 'Have you ever "_made
profession_," Mr. Slick?'

"'Come,' sais I to myself, 'this is cuttin' it rather
too fat. I must put a stop to this. This ain't a subject
for conversation with such a cheatin', cantin',
hippocrytical skunk as this is. Yes,' sais I, 'long ago.
My profession is that of a clockmaker, and I make no
pretension to nothin' else. But come, let's water our
hosses here and liquor ourselves.'

"And we dismounted, and gave 'em a drop to wet their
mouths.