"If I had sech a family as them, I'd take 'em 'round for a show, and hire Belcher's man to do the talkin'.

'Walk up, gentlemen, walk up, and see how a Christian can treat a feller bein'.

Here's a feller that's got sense enough left to think he's in hell.

Observe his wickedness, gentlemen, and don't be afraid to use your handkerchers.'" As Jim talked, he found he was getting angry, and that the refractory hair that covered his poll began to feel hot.

It would not do to betray his feelings, so he ended his sally with a huge laugh that had about as much music and heartiness in it as the caw of a crow.