Well, the fences outside of the meetin' house, for a quarter of a mile or so, each side of the house, and each side of the road, ain't to be seen for hosses and waggons, and gigs hitched there; poor devils of hosses that have ploughed, or hauled, or harrowed, or logged, or snaked, or somethin' or another all the week, and rest of a Sunday by alterin' their gait, as a man rests on a journey by a alterin' of his sturup, a hole higher or a hole lower.

Women that has all their finery on can't walk, and some things is ondecent.

It's as ondecent for a woman to be seen walkin' to meetin', as it is to be caught at--what shall I say ?--why caught at attendin' to her business to home.
"The women are the fust and the last to meetin'; fine clothes cost sunthin', and if they ain't showed, what's the use of them?
The men folk remind me of the hosses to Sable Island.

It's a long low sand-bank on Nova Scotia coast, thirty miles long and better is Sable Island, and not much higher than the water.

It has awful breakers round it, and picks up a shockin' sight of vessels does that island.