Yer see this wus how it happened: Kirby sed he'd like fer ter marry her, an' I sez, 'why not then?
Thar's an ol' bum ov a preacher yere at Yellow Banks, a sorter hanger-on ter one o' them militia companies, what'll do eny damn thing I tell him too.

I got the goods on him, an' he knows it.' "'But she wouldn't marry me,' he says, 'yer don't know thet gurl.' "'Don't I,' I asked sarcastic.

'Wal', thar ain't no gurl ever I see yet thet won't marry a man if the right means are used.

How kin she help herself?
Yer leave it ter me.'" "And he consented ?" "He wus damn glad to, after I told him how it cud be done.

But Tim he wudn't go in with us, an' thet's why we got ter hav' anuther man.