I am Methody, and don't keep any such things in the house.
Husband is a sober, honest man.

Now, I've always noticed that an Injun is a coward, and I think the best way to get along with Injuns is to appear not to fear them.

So I ordered the stragglers away, when one of them swung his tommyhawk about my head, and the others threatened to kill me.

How my heart did beat! Gretchen began to cry; then she ran all at once for her violin and played the very same tune, and the Injuns just stood like so many dumb statues and listened, and, when the tune was over, one of them said 'Spirits,' and they all went away like so many children.
"Now, I thought you would like to hear my gal play between schools, and, if ever you should get into any trouble with your scholars or Injuns or anybody, just call upon Gretchen, and she will play that tune on the violin." "What wonderful tune is it, madam ?" "I don't know.

I don't know one tune from another, though I do sing the old Methody hymns that I learned in Lynn when I am about my work.