'Pears like we ain't never fixed for nuthin'."
Jasper went out and into the dining-room conducted the horse-trading
preacher. He shook hands with everyone, sat down, and, hungry from his
ride, began to help himself. "Just married a couple over in the Spice
Bush neighborhood," said he, receiving from Jasper a slab of the brown
bacon. "Yes, the widow Doxey and old John Towson. This is good meat,
brother Starbuck--smoked with hickory wood, I reckon."
"Yes, hick'ry an' sass'frass. I reckon you pick up a good many weddin's
along about this time of the year."
"Well, a pretty fair sprinkling."
"So Miz Doxey finally cotch old John," said Jasper and his wife
declared she wouldn't make light of it. "Light of it? She weighs two
forty if she weighs a ounce. Oh, I knowd John would git her as soon as I
seed him a puttin' them green blinds on his house. Ma'm, nothin' round
here ketches a widow woman like green blinds. Swoppin' any hosses
lately, Brother Fetterson?"
"Traded off a nag yesterday. Didn't know but I might strike a swop with
you to-day.
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