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Bacheller, Irving, 1859-1950

"A Man for the Ages A Story of the Builders of Democracy"

I reckon if nobody
feeds him he'll patter back to-night."
"He's a whopper!" said Abe.
"He's the masteris' dog I ever did see," said the minister, a tall, lank,
brawny, dark-skinned man with gray eyes, sandy whiskers on the point of
his chin, and clothes worn and faded. "Any plug tobaccer?"
"A back load of it," said Berry, going into the store to wait on the
minister.
When they came out the latter carved off a corner of the plug with his
jack-knife, put it into his mouth and sat down on the door-step.
"Mr. Nuckles, how did you happen to become a minister?" Abe asked.
"Well, sur, I done had a dream," said the Reverend Mr. Nuckles, as he
clasped his hands over a knee and chewed vigorously. "I done dreamt that
I had swallered a double wagon and that the tongue o' the wagon were
stickin' out o' my mouth. It were a cur'ous dream an' I cain't tell what
you'd make of it, but I done tuk it for a sign that my tongue were to be
used on the gospel."
"It shows that a man who can swaller a wagon can swaller anything," said
Abe.


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