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- \u2026H’it was right atter th’ turn o’ th’ century, quite a dif’nt time\u2026
We ’splaint th’ situation t’ ’im. I tell yuh whut, th’ whole damn town was in a uproar ’cuz he’d tried so hard. No use in that, o’ course. All’s well whut ends well. Darn Abrum, he made us all shameful, whut with th’ bunch o’ money he needed and all. He had him this flask he couldn’t let go of. Sure’s th’ sun come up over Pig Holler, Walt, he found him a letter t’ th’ gubmint right atter that freak was born. He shore liked havin’ a time, an’ had a way with fixin’ up machines. I’m a-tellin’ yuh that was when that greedy, low-down Ace Maddox holed up at Kane’s farm. He smoked like a chimbley. Had a rifle gun on ’im, too. Later, we strung his sorry ass up, up next t’ th’ fish house. Not much choice, rilly.
Darn Melvin, he made us all shameful, whut with th’ box o’ “French” pi’tures and all. He was dangeris. I’m a-tellin’ yuh, some disliked th’ notion, but we had t’ git ’er done.
I’m sure Boss Tyler, he got hisse’f kilt in th’ axident with th’ thing he brought back from th’ war. Caused quite a ruckus at th’ time – along ’bout th’ damn Spanish-American War. Y’know that was when Wesley got sidelined by th’ squinzey. He drunk up a vial o’ medicine an’ that holp, fer a spell. He had a way with fixin’ up machines. H’ain’t much else t’ say ’bout that. Back then, Jasper entert th’ pie-eatin’ contest. One time down by Hog Lick, he started wavin’ this letter from his sweetheart. Sure as eggs is eggs, he got drank plum nelly under th’ table by whutzis-name. I tell yuh, ain’t that sump’n?. He sure as hell din’t win.