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"Trew's Gospel Abner," averred Israel Goodrich, "thar ain't no use o'
the two eends o' the state tryin tew git on tewgether. They hain't
never made aout tew gree, an I guess they never would nuther ef they
tried it a hundred year more. Darn it, the folks is differn folks
daown east o' Worcester. River folks is more like us but git daown
east o' Worcester, an I hain't no opinyun on em."
"Yer right thar Isr'el," said Abner with heartiness, "I can't bear
Bosting fellers no more'n I kin a skunk, and I kin tell em baout ez
fer orf. I dunno wat tiz baout em, but I can't git up no more feller
feelin fer em nor I kin fer Britishers. Seems though they wern't
ezzackly human, though I s'pose they be, but darn em anyhaow."
"I callate thar's suthin in the mountain air changes men," said Peleg,
"fer it's sartain we be more like the Green Mounting boys in aour
noshins an ways an we be like the Bosting chaps."
"I'd be in favor o' jinin onter Vairmount, an mebbe that'll be the
upshot on't all," observed Ezra Phelps. "Ye see Vairmount hain't a
belongin tew the cussed Continental federashin, an it hain't got none
o' them big debts ez is hangin round the necks o' the thirteen states,
and so we sh'd git rid o' the biggis part o' our taxes all kerslap.
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