"
"Now Jasper Starbuck, is it possible that you put off that spavined hoss
on Brother Fetterson? You ought to be ashamed of yo'se'f. Ain't you got
no respect at all for the gospel?"
"Wall, not so powerful much respect for a gospel that always wants to
ride a fine hoss at another's expense. Jest thought I'd l'arn him a
lesson. Come out an' let's look at my new hoss."
They went out to the stable, and when Jasper attempted to lead forth the
horse, the animal cringed and held back, and in his eye there was an
expression of pain, for in truth he was so badly spavined that he had to
hobble on three legs.
"Ah, hah, that's what you git for tryin' to cheat the gospel," said
Margaret. "And you ought to be ashamed of yo'se'f, an' he a preacher at
that--preached the loveliest funeral sermon over old Aunt Polly Myer I
ever heard in my life."
For a time old Jasper was silent. His wife asked him what he intended to
do. "Wall," said he, "believe I'll knock this critter in the head, skin
him, take a hindquarter over to that preacher's house and make him eat
it raw.
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