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"An' how are 'ee gwine to `cacher' in the Peenyun 'ithout water?" "There is a spring on the side of it, at the foot of the mountain." "That's true as Scripter. I knows that; but at that very spring the Injuns 'll cool their lappers as they go down south'ard. How are 'ee gwine to get at it with this cavayard 'ithout makin' sign? This child don't see that very clur." "You are right, Rube.
Hardcap shook his head resolutely, "I don't believe in preachin' to the times," said he. "It's scripter interpretation and the doctrines we want." "Very well," said I, "the tools for that work cost more yet. Yours cost you from ten cents to five dollars, his from five dollars to a hundred.
And so it went on for some time she a-tellin' out ever and anon loud and firm, "that she wanted to be found " and then bustin' into tears. "Oh, that will be joyful!" And Sister Lum sot down. Wall, that wuz what made Metilda Henn titter. And that was what made me bring forward that verse of scripter.
"He's much better, quite out of danger now," replied Mary "He's going to get up to-day." "David's 'is name, so I 'ears," continued Mrs. Twitt; "I've never myself knowed anyone called David, but it's a common name in some parts, speshul in Scripter. Is 'e older than yer father would 'a bin if so be the Lord 'ad carried 'im upright to this present?"
"Well, don't you think your Father in heaven would say the same?" "Maybe he micht, sir. But ye see my father was my ain father, and wad mak' the best o' me." "And is not God kinder than your father?" "He canna weel be that, sir. And there's the Scripter!" "But he sent his only Son to die for us." "Ay for the eleck, sir," returned the little theologian.
"'Twur the oddest sight I ever seed, an' it remembered me o' bit o' Scripter my ole mother hed often read from a book called the Bible, or some sich name about a lion that wur so tame he used to squat down beside a lamb, 'ithout layin' a claw upon the innocent critter. "Wal, stranger, as I'm sayin', the hul party behaved in this very way.
"Now, Mandy, yer know ther scripter reads thet Canyon was the son er Ham an wus cussed bekase his daddy laffed at ole Noey, bekase when he layed down ter sleep he didn't pull the kivver on his self proper like. When de ole man woke up the tother boys tole him what Ham hed done, he cussed Canyon Ham's son, and sed sarvant of sarvants shill he be.
"Well now yer know thet ther scripter says cussed be Canyon, least wise thets the way Brother Melvin splained hit tother night, cussed be Canyon means cussed be Niggers." "Now Teck Pervis, wher is yer proof thet the scripter ment Nigger? I aint rusty un ther scripter ef I am er gittin ole."
Haldane was silent, feeling that the old man's spiritual condition was too knotty a problem for him to solve. After a few moments Mr. Growther added, in a voice that he meant to be very solemn and impressive: "But I want you to enjoy your religious feelin's all the same. I will listen to all the Scripter readin' and prayin' you're willin' to do, without makin' any disturbance.
"Fact is," continued she, "I ha'n't an idea what to call her. I don't favor callin' of her Mary, because that was her mother's name, and I couldn't think of two on 'em at once; and Scripter names are generally rather ha'sh.
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