CHAPTER IV.
SPELLING DOWN THE MASTER.
"I 'low," said Mrs.Means, as she stuffed the tobacco into her cob pipe after supper on that eventful Wednesday evening: "I 'low they'll app'int the Squire to gin out the words to-night.

They mos' always do, you see, kase he's the peartest[14] _ole_ man in this deestrick; and I 'low some of the young fellers would have to git up and dust ef they would keep up to him.

And he uses sech remarkable smart words.

He speaks so polite, too.

But laws! don't I remember when he was poarer nor Job's turkey?
Twenty year ago, when he come to these 'ere diggings, that air Squire Hawkins was a poar Yankee school-master, that said 'pail' instid of bucket, and that called a cow a 'caow,' and that couldn't tell to save his gizzard what we meant by '_low_[15] and by _right smart_[16].