There is my button on the suller door I cut it out of an old boot leg.

Who ever hearn of a leather button before, and it works well if you don't want to fasten the door tight.

Then there is that self actin' hen-coop of mine that lets a stick fall down and shuts the door when the hen walks up the ladder." "But no hen has ever clim the ladder yet, Josiah." "No, perhaps they hain't yet, but I'm expectin' to see 'em every day, 'tennyrate paint that coop a bright red and yaller and it will attract a crowd.
"And then there is that travelin' rat trap of brother Henzy's, you know his grandmother wuz an Allen, I shall mayhap let him appear.

And then there is all my farmin' implements and the rest of the Allen's I lay out to be just to all, and let 'em all come and show off in my Agricultural show.
"But of course there has got to be a head to it; Napoleon wuz the head of the other Purchase, and I'm the head of this.

In short, Samantha, I am _It_." Oh, how full of pride and vain glory he wuz, and I knowed such feelin's would have to be brung down for his spiritual good.