"
"No nonsense, sir."
"P--p--p--p--pap he 'lows I ain't g--g--g--got no sense of any
s--s--s--sort, much."
The Judge sighed. "When you go into the court-room, do you think you can
understand the nature of an oath?"
"W--w--w--well, I ought to. I've b--b--b--been c--c--cussed enough."
And Laz broke in: "He don't cuss hisse'f, Jedge, but he knows good
cussin' when he hears it."
The Judge turned upon him. "Will you please keep quiet? I am striving to
deal kindly with you, and I hope you will not lose sight of that fact."
He spoke to Mose: "How far do you live from Mr. Starbuck's place?"
"W--w--w--well, you can't tell h--h--how far it is, the r--r--road's so
crooked."
"Captain," said the Judge, "this boy should not have been brought down
here. Let him stand aside. Over here," he said to Laz, motioning; and
Laz stepped forward as if measuring the distance.
"About here, Jedge?"
Rap, rap!
"Have you ever seen Mr. Starbuck make whisky?"
"I've seed him grind co'n."
"And haven't you seen him boil the corn after it was ground into meal?"
"Yes, suh.
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