"
After the haw-haw over Peleg's description had subsided, he added,
with a grin,
"Klector Williams he hain't thort tew call baout them taxes, sence
Tewsday, nuther. Hev any on ye seen nothin on him?"
"He hain't skurcely been outer his haouse," said Obadiah Weeks. "I
on'y see him onct. It was arter dark, an he wuz a slippin over't the
store arter his tod."
"I guess it muss be considabul like a funeral over't the store,
nights," observed Abner, grinning. "Gosh I sh'd like ter peek in an
see em a talkin on it over. Wal, turn about's fair play. They don'
feel no wuss nor we did."
"Won't thar be no more klectin taxes?" inquired Laban Jones.
"I guess thar won't be much more klectin roun' here 'nless the klector
hez a couple o' rigiments o' melishy tew help him dew it," replied
Abner.
"I dunno, baout that," said Ezra Phelps. "Thar's more'n one way ter
skin a cat."
"Thar ain't no way o' skinnin this ere cat 'cept with bagonets," said
Abner, decidedly, and a general murmur expressed the opinion that so
far as the present company was concerned government would have to
practice some preliminary phlebotomy on their persons before they would
submit to any further bleeding of their purses by the tax-collector.
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