I NEVER see the beat of it in all my born days.

A shirt, and a sheet, and a spoon, and six can--" "Missus," comes a young yaller wench, "dey's a brass cannelstick miss'n." "Cler out from here, you hussy, er I'll take a skillet to ye!" Well, she was just a-biling.

I begun to lay for a chance; I reckoned I would sneak out and go for the woods till the weather moderated.

She kept a-raging right along, running her insurrection all by herself, and everybody else mighty meek and quiet; and at last Uncle Silas, looking kind of foolish, fishes up that spoon out of his pocket.

She stopped, with her mouth open and her hands up; and as for me, I wished I was in Jeruslem or somewheres.