Let's go.' "Well, when they want to recruit the stock of tame ones inside meetin', they sarcumvent some o' these wild ones outside; make a dash on 'em, catch 'em, dip 'em, and give 'em a name; for all sects don't always baptise 'em as we do, when children, but let 'em grow up wild in the herd till they are wanted.

They have hard work to break 'em in, for they are smart ones, that's a fact, but, like the hosses of Sable Island, they have always _an eye to natur'_ arterwards; _the change is too sudden_, you can't trust 'em, at least I never see one as _I_ could, that's all.
"Well, when they come out o' meetin', look at the dignity and sanctity, and pride o' humility o' the tame old ones.

Read their faces.

'How does the print go ?' Why this way, 'I am a sinner, at least I was once, but thank fortin' I ain't like you, you onconverted, benighted, good-for-nothin' critter you.' Read the ontamed one's face, what's the print there?
Why it's this.

As soon as he sees over-righteous stalk by arter that fashion, it says, 'How good we are, ain't we?
Who wet his hay to the lake tother day, on his way to market, and made two tons weigh two tons and a half?
You'd better look as if butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, hadn't you, old Sugar-cane ?' "Now jist foller them two rulin' elders, Sourcrout and Coldslaugh; they are plaguy jealous of their neighbour, elder Josh Chisel, that exhorted to-day.