I can be as severe as Napoleon Bonaparte and as cunning as Satan, if I have to be." I remember that through the morning's work the sleepy deacon and the alert constable contended over the possession of his stout frame.
The constable shouldered the gun and followed me into the pasture where I went to get the cow.

I saw now that his intention was to guard me from further attacks.

While I was milking, the deacon sat on a bucket in the doorway of the stable and snored until I had finished.

He awoke when I loosed the cow and the constable went back to the pasture with me, yawning with his hand over his mouth much of the way.

The deacon leaned his elbow on the top of the pen and snored again, lightly, while I mixed the feed for the pigs.
Mr.Hacket met us at the kitchen door, where Deacon Binks said to him: "If you'll look after the boy to-day, I'll go home and get a little rest." "God bless yer soul, ye had a busy night," said the schoolmaster with a smile.
He added as he went into the house: "I never knew a man to rest with more energy and persistence.