"
"Is that writ so, Pete?"
"G'long, Pete, that ere's good."
"Complains," began the reader again.
"Go back tew the beginnin Pete, I los' the hang on't."
"Yes, go back a leetle, Pete. It be mos'z long ez a sermon."
"Shell I begin tew the beginnin?"
"Yes, begin tew the beginnin agin, so's we'll all on us git the hang."
"We--promise--not-tew-ak--under--our-commishins,--until--the--g--r--
grievunces--of--wich--the--people--complain,--are--r--e--d--r--
redressed."
"Wot's redressed?"
"That's same ez 'bolished."
"Here be the names," pursued Pete.
"Charles Goodrich."
"He's the feller ez loss his hat."
"William Whiting."
"James Barker."
"Elijah Dwight."
"It's false," exclaimed Dwight, "my name's not there!"
But few, if any, heard or heeded his words, for at the moment Pete
pronounced the last name, Perez shouted:
"Now, men, we've done this job, let's go to the jail and let out the
debtors, come on," and suiting action to word he rushed out, and was
followed pell-mell by the yelling crowd, all their truculent
enthusiasm instantly diverted into this new channel.
The four justices, and the wife and daughter of Dwight, alone remained
in the room.
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