He was fat and shiny, and drivin' a skittish horse hitched to a fancy buggy.

When he sighted me he hove to and hailed.
"'Here you!' says he, in a voice as fat as the rest of him.

'Your name's Berry, ain't it.' "'Yup,' says I.
"'Methusalum Berry or Jehoshaphat Berry or Sheba Berry, or somethin' like that?
Hey ?' he says.
"'Well,' says I, 'the last shot you fired comes nighest the bull's eye.
They christened me Solomon, but 'twa'n't my fault; I was young at the time and they took advantage.' "He grinned a kind of lopsided grin, like he had a lemon in his mouth, and commenced to cuss the horse for tryin' to climb a pine tree.
"'I knew 'twas some Bible outrage or other,' he says.

'There's more Bible names in this forsaken sand heap than there is Christians, a good sight.

When I meet a man with a Bible name and chin whiskers I hang on to my watch.