Well, it's the old man's shaft hoss; call out whoh! and he'll stop short, and pitch Tom right over his head on the broad of his back, whap.
"Tim Fish, and Ned Pike, come scale up here with us boys on the fence.' The weight is too great; away goes the fence, and away goes the boys, all flyin'; legs, arms, hats, poles, stakes, withes, and all, with an awful crash and an awful shout; and away goes two or three hosses that have broke their bridles, and off home like wink.
"Out comes Elder Sourcrout.

'Them as won't come in had better stay to home,' sais he.

And when he hears that them as are in had better stay in when they be there, he takes the hint and goes back agin.

'Come, boys, let's go to Black Stump Swamp and sarch for honey.

We shall be back in time to walk home with the galls from night meetin', by airly candle-light.