At this young druggist Wenfield Pence's
trial fer his life,
On primy faishy evidence
o' pizonin' his wife,
Doc's testimony saved and cle'red
and 'quitted him and freed
Him so 's he never even 'peared
cog-nizant of the deed!
LXXI
The facts wuz—Sifers testified,—
at inquest he had found
The stummick showed the woman died
o' pizon, but had downed
The dos't herse'f,—because amount
and cost o' drug imployed
No druggist would, on no account,
a-lavished and distroyed!
LXXII
Doc tracked a blame-don burgler down,
and nailed the scamp, to boot,
But told him ef he'd leave the town
he wouldn't prosecute.
He traced him by a tied-up thumb-print
in fresh putty, where
Doc glazed it. Jes that's how he come
to track him to his lair!
LXXIII
Doc's jes a leetle too inclined,
some thinks, to overlook
The criminal and vicious kind
we'd ort to bring to book
And punish, 'thout no extry show
o' sympathizin', where
They hain't showed none fer us, you know.
But he takes issue there: