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And I as I say not wantin' to demean myself any further before Miss Meechim, put up my two hands in an attitude of wonder, but which she could take for admiration if she wanted to, but I didn't say it wuz. But Josiah sez, "Catch me a praisin' up a no armed female, one who has been scalped, too, in the bargain." I hope Miss Meechim didn't hear him.
"Uncle Jim was the first one to speak. 'Why, brethren, says he, 'when John saw the heavens opened there wasn't no organs up there. God don't keer nothin', says he, 'about such new-fangled, worldly instruments. But when a lot o' sweet human voices git to praisin' him, why, the very angels stop singin' to listen.
"Wall," sez he, "you'll see five hundred folks a-standin' round and praisin' up them seed picters where there is one that gits carried away as you do over Wattses 'Love and Death' and Elihu Vedder's dum picters." "Wall," sez I, in a tired-out axent, "that don't prove anything, Josiah Allen. The multitude chose Barrabus to the Divine One.
She said: "Drat you, what do you come a-chaffin me for?" and the estymible woman was really gettin furis, when I mollyfied her by praisin her child, and by axin pardin for all I'd said. "This little gal," I observed, "this surprisingly lively gal when " the mother said, "It's t'other sect is he, Sir: it's a boy."
I was gled when we landit at Meg's hoose, for I was expectin' ilky meenit to see the cabby he was an ill-faur'd, rossen-faced lookin' tyke fling Sandy heels-ower-heid into the cab amon' the bairns he was black-gairdin' the man's horse for an auld, hunger'd reeshil, an' praisin' up Donal' that terriple!
The hull world's broke loose this spring. There's five thousand Mormons on ahead, praisin' God every jump an' eatin' the grass below the roots. Womern an' children so many of 'em, so many! I kain't talk about hit! Women don't belong out here! An' now here you come bringin' a thousand more! "There's a woman an' a baby layin' dead in oar camp now," he concluded. "Died last night.
The things he does my, my, the things he does!" She threw up her hands with an air of distraction. "Well, and what does he do, Madame?" asked the Avocat simply. "An' what he says, too the awful of it! Ah, the bad sour heart in him! What's he lyin' in his bed for now an' the New Year comin' on, whin we ought to be praisin' God an' enjoyin' each other's company in this blessed wurruld?
And I sez, "Well, you know, Lucindy, who it wuz the common people received gladly, and who dwelt among them? And you know Lincoln said, 'It must be the Lord liked the common people, He made so many on 'em." She didn't reply, only with her nose, which looked disdainful. And I sez to myself in astonishment, "Can this be Samantha, praisin' up what she has always run down?"
"'Then there was with the angels a multitude of the heavenly host, the exact number isn't sot down here," he muttered; "but I conceit there may have been three or four hunderd, 'praisin' God and singin', Glory to God in the highest, and on 'arth, peace to men of good will. That's right," said the Trapper. "Yis, peace to men of good will.
I did trust you, Gertie. I said so. I told Serena so this very afternoon. She was talkin' about Cousin Percy, she's always praisin' him up, and she said you liked him just as much as she did. He was a cultivated, superior young man, she said, and you recognized it. I laughed at her. I says, 'That's all right, I says, 'but I wouldn't take too much stock in that. Gertie knows what she's up to.
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