He says: "On the scutcheon we'll have a bend OR in the dexter base, a saltire MURREY in the fess, with a dog, couchant, for common charge, and under his foot a chain embattled, for slavery, with a chevron VERT in a chief engrailed, and three invected lines on a field AZURE, with the nombril points rampant on a dancette indented; crest, a runaway nigger, SABLE, with his bundle over his shoulder on a bar sinister; and a couple of gules for supporters, which is you and me; motto, MAGGIORE FRETTA, MINORE OTTO.

Got it out of a book--means the more haste the less speed." "Geewhillikins," I says, "but what does the rest of it mean ?" "We ain't got no time to bother over that," he says; "we got to dig in like all git-out." "Well, anyway," I says, "what's SOME of it?
What's a fess ?" "A fess--a fess is--YOU don't need to know what a fess is.

I'll show him how to make it when he gets to it." "Shucks, Tom," I says, "I think you might tell a person.

What's a bar sinister ?" "Oh, I don't know.

But he's got to have it.