He orders Euby then to split
some wood, and take and build
A fire in kitchen-stove, and git
a young spring-chicken killed;
And jes whirled in and th'owed his hat
and coat there on the bed,
And warshed his hands and sailed in that
-air kitchen, Euby said,
XXVII
And biled that chicken-broth, and got
that dinner—all complete
And clean and crisp and good and hot
as mortal ever eat!
And Cynth and Euby both'll say
'at Doc'll git as good
Meals-vittles up, jes any day,
as any woman could!
XXVIII
Time Sister Abbick tuk so bad
with striffen o' the lung,
P'tracted Meetin', where she had
jes shouted, prayed and sung
All winter long, through snow and thaw,—
when Sifers come, says he:
"No, M'lissy; don't poke out your raw
and cloven tongue at me!—
XXIX
"I know, without no symptoms but
them injarubber-shoes
You promised me to never putt
a fool-foot in ner use
At purril o' your life!" he said.
"And I won't save you now,
Onless—here on your dyin' bed—
you consecrate your vow!"
XXX
Without a-claimin' any creed,
Doc's rail religious views
Nobody knows—ner got no need
o' knowin' whilse he choose
To be heerd not of man, ner raise
no loud, vainglorious prayers
In crowded marts, er public ways,
er—i jucks, anywheres!—