I ran inter the house an' snatched the horn down, but afore I could put hit ter my lips, Bill Pennington jerked hit 'way from me, an' stamped on hit.
"'Deb Brill,' said he, with a mortally hateful look, 'yer peart an' sassy an' bold, an' hev allers been so, an' so 's yer Yankeefied husband.

Ye've hed yer own way offen--too offen.

Now I'll heve mine, an' wipe out some long-standin' scores.

Dave Brill hez capped a lifetime o' plague an' disturbance ter his betters, by becomin' a trator to his country, an' inducin' others ter be traitors.

He must be quieted, come out an' listen.' "He pulled me out inter the yard.