Samantha among the Brethren — Volume 2 by Marietta Holley
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I see it wouldn't do. And he hollered out agin, "Why hain't there any
Hall's salve?" Sez I, "Because old Hall has been dead for years and years, and hain't made any salve." "Wall, he wouldn't have been dead if he had had any care took of him," he yelled out. "Why," sez I, "he wuz killed by lightnin'; struck down entirely onexpected five years ago last summer." "Oh, argue and dispute with a dying man. Gracious Peter! what will become of me!" he groaned out, a-holdin' his foot in his hand. Sez I, "Let me put some Pond's Extract on it, Josiah." "Pond's Extract!" he yelled, and then he called that good remedy words I wuz ashamed to hear him utter. And he jumped round and pranced and kicked just as it is the nater of man to act under bodily injury of that sort. And then he ordered me to take a pin and get the thorn out, and then acted mad as a hen at me all the time I wuz a-doin' it; acted jest as if I wuz a-prickin' him a-purpose. He talked voyalent and mad. I tried to hush him down; I told him the author of "Wedlock's Peaceful Repose" would hear him, and he hollered back "he didn't care a cent who heard him. He wuz killed, and he shouldn't live to trouble anybody long if that pain kept up." His acts and words wuz exceedingly skairful to anybody who didn't |
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