I callate that's plain ez a
pike-staff. An it's jess so with taxes. Ef govment--"
"Sartin, sartin," interrupted Israel, quietly choking him off, "but
less stick tew what we wuz a sayin, Ezry. Things be a goin tew fur, ye
see, Perez. We tuk part with the poor folks w'en they wuz bein 'bused,
but I declar' for't 't looks though we'd hefter take part with the
silk stockins pootty soon, at the rate things be agoin. It's a reg'lar
see-saw. Fust the rich folks eend wuz up too fur, and naow et's
t'other way."
"They be a burnin fences ev'ry night," said Ezra, "an they'll have the
hull town afire one o' these days. I don' b'lieve in destroyin prop'ty.
Thar ain't no sense in that. That air Paul Hubbard's wuss 'n Abner.
Abner he jess larfs an don' keer, but Paul he's thet riled agin the
silk stockins that he seems farly crazy. He's daown from the iron-works
with his gang ev'ry night, eggin on the fellers tew burn fences, an
stone houses, an he wuz akchilly tryin tew git the boys tew tar and
feather Squire, t'uther night. They didn't quite dasst dew that, but
thar ain't no tellin what they'll come tew yit."
"Ye see, Perez," said Israel, at last getting to the point, "we
callate yew mout dew suthin to kinder stop em ef ye'd take a holt.
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