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THE IMPEACHMENT. 85 nat’ral feelings by dewin’ the same. Whar’ I was brung up, a man that would strike a gal wa’n’t thought fit to “live; almost too mean to kick; yes, tew mean for any thin’. Ex- amine yourself, Eph Peters, and see if yew kin forgive him ? “Fustly, he tries to stick me witha knife. I twist his arm and make him drop it. I calculate that he shook about that time, almost as hard as Jim Jonson w’en he had the ager. JZ shodk him; consekens, that’s all squar’. “ Secondarily, he tried to shoot me, and I mounted him in three jerks of a deer’s tail, and, I calculate, if you had not put your oar in, he would have had some little trouble in breathing. I choked him hard—that’s‘all square. ; “Thirdly. He took#you off against your will. That was bad; that was very bad. That goes dead ag'inst him. Kick him a little, Tom.” = “ Ks, Massa Eph, I do dat,” replied-Tom, suiting the action to the word. “Tom,” said Maggie. _ “ Es, Miss Maggie.” * Stop that.” “ Cer’nly—course, if you say so. Likes to do it, dough,” replied Tom, grinning down at the Frenchman, whose teeth - were hard set as he glared at the darkey. “ Don’t you look at me dat ar’ way,” cried Tom, “ ealise, I din’t going to stan’ it; so dar’ now.” “Shet up, Snowball, ” said Eph, “ I ain’t done ; ; only got to thirdly. Now, then— “Fourthly. Miss Maggie aries out, as soon as she gets her pretty mouth free, as any woman who has a pretty mouth would do under the same circumstances. She hollers out, and then’ what did yew dew? You unnat’ral skunk, what did yew dew then? You up with your fist and hit her in the face. ‘Thats what you did, and I ain’t goin’ tew stand it, ef she ix Itain’t nater for Eph Peters to let a fellér off who has acted like an unnat’ral skunk. Kick him three or four times, Tom,” . | . Tom obeyed, though Maggie tried to interpose. “ Don’t, little gal,” said the scout. ,“ It hurts my feelin’s to see you take the part of him. He ain’t no account, only as ‘ N — comicloooks.com