Brother Spudge remembered, and Brother Heber continued to trot out the members of his marital stud for discussion of their points with his more humble fellow-polygamist of the hammer; but when I happened to touch upon the earliest Mrs.
Then turning to a rough-looking carpenter, hammering near him, "You know Christiny, eh, Brother Spudge?" "Oh, yes! know her very well!" A moment after, "The Irish are a dear people. My Irish wife is among the best I've got." Again, "I love the Germans! Got a Dutch wife, too! Know Katrine, Brother Spudge? Remember she couldn't scarcely talk a word o' English when she come, eh, Brother Spudge?"