Grab ahold, sir! Swing 'im around--there! Now easy, easy! Now, then, one, two; one, two--that's right." While he dipped the porker in the water, pulling with his companion rhythmically upon the hook, he talked incessantly, mixing up scraps of stories and boastings of what he could do, with commands of what he wanted the other man to do.
"The best man I ever worked with.

_Now turn 'im, turn 'im!_" he yelled, reaching over Jennings' wrist.

"Grab under my wrist.

There! won't ye never learn how to turn a hawg?
_Now, out with 'im!_" was his next wild yell, as the steaming hog was jerked out of the water upon the planking.
"Now try the hair on them ears! Beautiful scald," he said, clutching his hand full of bristles and beaming with pride.

"Never see anything finer.
Here, Bub, a pail of hot water, quick! Try one of them candlesticks! They ain't no better scraper than the bottom of an old iron candlestick; no, sir! Dum your new-fangled scrapers! I made a bet once with old Jake Ridgeway that I could scrape the hair off'n two hawgs, by gum, quicker'n he could one.