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When the Spirit took him he roared so that he had the Hounds just flaxed out; you couldn't ketch a yelp from 'em." "Many Hounds?" Braile asked, in a sort of cold sympathy with the riotous outlaws known to the religious by that name. "Mought been 'fore I got there. But by that time I reckon they was most of 'em on the mourners' benches.
Much obleeged to you all the same." The Squire followed her backward steps with his voice. "If you should happen to see Jim Redfield on his way to his tobacco patch, I wish you'd tell him to come here; I'd like to see him." He went in again to Dylks. "What are you going to do with me, Squire Braile?" he entreated. "You're not going to give me up?"
Won't you light and have breakfast with us? It's just ready. I reckon Sally will excuse you." "Well, she will if you say so, Mrs. Braile." Reverdy made one action of throwing his leg over the claybank's back to the ground, and slipping the bridle over the smooth peg left from the limb of the young tree-trunk which formed one of the posts of the porch.
"I wish he had worn his yellow beaver hat in the pulpit," Braile went on. "It must have been a disappointment to Abe Reverdy, but perhaps he consoled himself with a full sight of the fellow's long hair. He ought to part it in the middle, like Thomas Jefferson, and do it up in a knot like a woman. Well, we can't have everything, even in a man of God; but maybe he isn't really a man of God.
A lank hound rose from the floor, and pulled himself back from his forward-planted paws, and whimpered a welcome to them; a captive coon rattled his chain from his corner under the porch roof. "Why don't you let that poor thing go, Matthew?" Mrs. Braile asked. "Well, I will, some day. But the little chap that brought it to me was like our "
Redfield followed out behind Matthew Braile and his wife. "That settles it," he said. "I'll see to Mr. Dylks in the morning." "Now, I look at it differently. He's going, like he said he would, and we've got to let him go in his own way, and bring down the New Jerusalem Over-the-Mountains, or anywhere else he pleases, so he don't bring it down in Leatherwood." "I say so, too, Matthew.
But you must blame your husband, partly. Good night, ma'am; good Why, look here, Squire Braile!" he arrested himself in offering his hand. "How about the obscurity of the scene where Joe Smith founded his superstition, which bids fair to live right along with the other false religions? Was Leatherwood, Ohio, a narrower stage than Manchester, New York?
Knew where the fried chickens roosted. Excuse me, mother. She's heard that joke before," he explained to their guest. "I've heard it too often to mind it," Mrs. Braile mocked back. "Well, it seems to be new to our friend here." Mr. Mandeville was laughing, but he controlled himself to ask, "And had the fellow no progressive doctrine, no steps of belief, no logical formulation of his claims?
He was of the sort of standing which old family gives, even where all families are new, and he was now making his way politically, in spite of his irreligion; he meant to go to the legislature, eventually, and in a leisurely sort he was reading law, and reciting his Blackstone to Matthew Braile.
"An' afore that we're goin' to have a murricle," Sally Reverdy told Squire Braile, sitting early the next morning at the receipt of gossip on his cabin porch with his pipe between his teeth; her cow had not come up the night before, and Abel had not found her in the woods-pasture when he went to look.
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