As I come along to within a mile f'm the deakin's house I seen somebody in the road, an' when I come up closter I see it was the deakin himself, in trouble, an' I kind o' slowed up to see what was goin' on.

There he was, settin' all humped up with his ole broad-brim hat slopin' down his back, a-sheddin' water like a roof.

Then I seen him lean over an' larrup the hoss with the ends of the lines fer all he was wuth.

It appeared he hadn't no whip, an' it wouldn't done him no good if he'd had.

Wa'al, sir, rain or no rain, I jest pulled up to watch him.