'What have I done to be jobed, that way? Didn't I keep
within the strict line o' truth? Did I tell that Frenchman
one mossel of a lie? Answer me, that, will you? I've been
cheated awful; but I scorn to take the advantage of any
man. You had better look to your own dealin's, and let
me alone, you pedlin', cheatin' Yankee clockmaker you.'

"'Elder,' sais I, 'if you warn't too mean to rile a man,
I'd give you a kick on your pillion, that would send you
a divin' arter your hoss; but you ain't worth it. Don't
call me names tho', or I'll settle your coffee for you,
without a fish skin, afore you are ready to swaller it
I can _tell_ you. So keep your mouth shut, my old coon,
or your teeth might get sun-burnt. You think you are
angry with me; but you aint; you are angry with yourself.
You know you have showd yourself a proper fool for to
come, for to go, for to talk to a man that has seed so
much of the world as I have, bout "_refreshin' time_,"
and "_outpourin' of spirit_," and "_makin' profession_"
and what not; and you know you showd yourself an everlastin'
rogue, a meditatin' of cheatin' that Frenchman all summer.
It's biter bit, and I don't pity you one mossel; it sarves
you right. But look at the grave-digger; he looks to me
as if he was a diggin' of his own grave in rael right
down airnest.'

"The captain havin' his boat histed, and thinkin' the
hoss would swim ashore of hisself, kept right straight
on; and the hoss swam this way, and that way, and every
way but the right road, jist as the eddies took him. At