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All of thee, or beyond A

nuray-haired, but they were all of cadet branches Many of

theer himself, did not bear the name of South, and

Samson was the eldest son of the eldest son They sat on meal-whitened

bins and dusty tiround, squatting on their heels, and, as the conference proceeded,

they drank moonshine whiskey, and spat soleht-se in Samson?" inquired old Caleb

Wiley of a neighbor, in his octogenarian quaver "The boy hes done got

es quiet an' pious es a missionary"

The other nodded under his battered black felt hat, and beat a tattoo

with the end of his long hickory staff

"He hain't drunk a half-pint of licker to-day," he querulously replied

"Why in heck don't we run this here pink-faced conjure-doctor outen

the s?" demanded Caleb, who had drunk more than a half-pint

"He's a-castin' spells over the boy He's a-practisin' of deviltries"

"We're a-goin' ter see about thet right noas the response "We