But he had put it in such a way they seen it was something with even MORE principle to it than they had thought it was before.
"Billy Harden," says the chairman, "how do you vote ?" Billy was the last of the bunch.

And most had voted fur death.

Billy, he opened his mouth and he squared himself away to orate some.

But jest as he done so, the door opened and Old Daddy Withers stepped in.

He had been gone so long I had plumb forgot him.