He offered to sell the land, an' pull up an' go furder.

'What's the use ?' says I.

'Hundreds know it.

We can't go so far it won't be like to follow us; le's stay here an' fight it.' 'All right,' says Josiah, but time an' ag'in he has offered to go, if I couldn't make it.

'Hang on a little longer,' says I, every time he knew I was snubbed an' slighted.
I never tole what he didn't notice.