. Highways and byways of the South. d that after-noon. We drug the stove Into the closet at theback, said she, and when we got through our workan all the dirt an rubbish was out of the room, hitlook vey well. Yoll go to the meetin to-day, wontyo, Uncle Rob ^ I dont think ! responded that Individual, blowinghis nose through his fingers. I aint no Infidale,but I dont take any stock in sky pilots. If ever theole boy got after me hit was one night I slep with aMethodis preacher. Id keep wakin up; but eachand evy time I slep I had the devil with me. Thepreacher, he didnt wake. He jus snored right a
. Highways and byways of the South. d that after-noon. We drug the stove Into the closet at theback, said she, and when we got through our workan all the dirt an rubbish was out of the room, hitlook vey well. Yoll go to the meetin to-day, wontyo, Uncle Rob ^ I dont think ! responded that Individual, blowinghis nose through his fingers. I aint no Infidale,but I dont take any stock in sky pilots. If ever theole boy got after me hit was one night I slep with aMethodis preacher. Id keep wakin up; but eachand evy time I slep I had the devil with me. Thepreacher, he didnt wake. He jus snored right along,an at las I got up an went downstairs an slep on Way down upon the Suwanee River 6^ the floor. The preachers understan how to talk anthats all. I know a preacher whos the worst tyrantyo ever see. His own wife is skeered of him, an shehave to wait on him like she was his servant. Yoever hear of a preacher payin any board ? Yo everhear of a preacher payin mon half fare on the rail-road ^ No, they the greates beggars in the worl!. A Drink from the Suwanee When a preacher come in one door I go out the preachers tell how hits mighty few ever gets toheaven, an I made up my min long time ago I rathergo to hell with a good jolly crowd than go to heavensneakin up by myself, 64 Highways and Byways of the South I declare ! said Mrs. Perky, I boun to make aslip-up on it evy time when I invite Uncle Rob togo to chuch. Well, commented her husband, I wouldnt gomyself if we was to have the preacher we had las was wild as a rabbit. But it was to be a new man, and when the little bellin the cupola of the white folks schoolhouse jingled,all of us except Uncle Rob went in that building was a fairly good one, but in poor schoolroom seats were carpenter-made battered old desks were pushed out of the wayat the rear. There had been no meetings for a longtime, but now it was proposed to have them regularly,and, after some desultory visitin
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