"
"I hain't no objeckshun ter that," admitted Abner, frankly.
"Of course ye hain't," said Ezra. "Nobody hain't. Ye see ye spoke tew
quick, Abner. All the kentry wants is bills, a hull slew on em, lots
on em, an then the courts kin go on, an debts an taxes kin be paid, an
everything'll be all right. I ain't one o' them ez goes agin' payin
debts an taxes. I says let em be paid, ev'ry shillin, on'y let govment
print nuff bills fer folks tew pay em with."
"I callate a couple o' wagon loads o' new bills would pay orf ev'ry
morgidge, an mos' o' the debts, in Berkshire," said Israel,
reflectively.
"Sartinly, sartinly," exclaimed Ezra. "That would be plenty. It don'
cost nothin tew print em, an they'd pacify this ere caounty a dum
sight quicker nor no two rigiments, nor no ten, nuther."
"That air's what I believe in," said Israel, beamingly, "peaceable
ways o' settlin the trouble; bills instid o' bagonets. The beauty on't
so fer is that thar hain't been no sheddin o' blood, nor no vi'lence
tew speak of, ceppin a leetle shovin daown tew Barrington, an I hope
thar won't be."
"I don't know about that," said Paul Hubbard. "Not that I want to see
any killing, but there are some silk stockings in this here town that
would look mighty well sticking through the stocks, an there are some
white skins that ought to know how a whip feels, jist so the men that
own em might see how the medicine tastes they've been giving us so
many years.
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