And, still in p'int, I mind, one night
o' 'nitiation at
Some secert lodge, 'at Doc set right
down on 'em, square and flat,
When they mixed up some Scriptur' and
wuz funnin'-like—w'y, he
Lit in 'em with a rep'imand
'at ripped 'em, A to Z!
XXXVIII
And onc't—when gineral loafin'-place
wuz old Shoe-Shop—and all
The gang 'ud git in there and brace
their backs ag'inst the wall
And settle questions that had went
onsettled long enough,—
Like "wuz no Heav'n—ner no torment"—
jes talkin' awful rough!