I did not forget what I mistrusted he sometimes lost sight on, when he's on towers--that he wuz a deacon and a grandpa.
He acted kinder longin' to the last.

He said "he spozed it wuz a sight to see 'em dance and beat their tom-toms." And I sez, "I don't want to see no children beat; and," sez I, "what did Tom do to deserve beatin' ?" Sez he, "I meant their drums, and the stuns they roll round in their husky skin bags, and cymbals," sez he.
"Then," sez I, "why didn't you say so ?" Sez he, "I spoze to see them humbly creeters with rings in their noses, a-dancin' and contortin' their bodies, and twistin' 'em round, is a sight.

And I spoze the noises is as deafenin' as it would be for all the Jonesville meetin'-house to knock all the tin pans and bilers they could git holt of together, and yell.
"And they don't wear nothin' but some feathers," sez he.
"Wall," sez I, "I don't want to see no sech sight, and I don't want you to." And dretful visions, as I said it, rolled through my mind of the awful day it would be for Jonesville, if Josiah Allen should carry home any such wild idees, and git the other old Jonesvillians stirred up in it.
To see him, and Deacon Henzy, and Deacon Bobbet, and the rest dressed up in a few feathers a-jumpin' round, and a-beatin' tin-pans, and a-contortin' their old frames, would, I thought, be the finishin' touch to me.

I had stood lots of his experimentin' and branchin's out into new idees, but I felt that I could not brook this, so I would not heed his desire to stop.

I made him move onwards.
And then come Austria.