I'm near blind as it is, but ain't that the man yonder leadin' his horse out of the Applegate road ?" "'Taint the rector, but the miller," responded his son.

"He's bringin' over Mrs.Bottom's sack of meal on the back of his grey mare." "Ah, he's one of the folks that's gone over neck an' crop to the Episcopals," said Solomon Hatch.

"His folks have been Presbyterians over at Piping Tree sence the time of Noah, but he recites the Creed now as loud as he used to sing the doxology.

I declar his voice boomed out so in my ears last Sunday that I was obleeged to put up my hands to keep 'em from splittin'.

Have you ever marked, Mr.Doolittle, havin' had the experience of ninety years, that when a man once takes up with a heresy, he shouts a heap louder than them that was born an' baptised in it?
It seems as if they can't desert the ancient ways without defying 'em as well." "'Tis so, 'tis so," admitted old Adam, wagging his head, "but Abel Revercomb was al'ays the sort that could measure nothin' less than a bushel.