Oh! the pitifulness of that look he gin us, oh! the meakinness of it.And even, when his eye fell on the Deacon a settin' by my side, oh! the wild gleam of hatred, and sullen anger that glowed within his orb, and revenge! He looked at the Deacon, and then at his boots, and I see the wild thought wuz a enterin' his sole, to throw that boot at him.But I says out of that buggy the very first thing the words I have so oft spoke to him in hours of danger:
"Joisiah, be calm!"
His eye fell onto the peaceful grass agin, and he says: "Who hain't a bein' calm? I should say I wuz calm enough, if that is what you want."But, oh, the sullenness of that love.
Says Ezra, good man -- he see right through it all in a minute, and so did Druzilla and the Deacon -- says Ezra, "Get up on the seat with the driver, Josiah Allen, and drive back with us.""No," says Josiah, "I have no occasion, I am a settin' here,"(looking round in perfect agony) "I am a settin' here to admire the scenery."Then I leaned over the side of the buggy, and says I, "Josiah Allen, do you get in and ride, it will kill you to walk back; put on your boots if you can, and ride, seein' Ezra is so perlite as to ask you.""Yes, I see he is very perlite, I see you have set amongst very perlite folks, Samantha," says he, a glarin' at Deacon Balch as if he would rend him from lim to lim, "But as I said, I have no occasion to ride, I took off my boots and stockin's merely --merely to pass away time.You know at fashionable resorts," says he, "it is sometimes hard for men to pass away time."Says I in low, deep accents, "Do put on your stockin's, and your boots, if you can get 'em on, which I doubt, but put your stockin's on this minute, and get in, and ride.""Yes," says Ezra, "hurry up and get in, Josiah Allen, it must be dretful oncomfortabe a settin' down there in the grass.""Oh, no!" says Josiah, and he kinder whistled a few bars of no tune that wuz ever heard on, or ever will be heard on agin, so wild and meloncholy it wuz -- "I sot down here kind o' careless.
I thought seein' I hadn't much on hand to do at this time o' year, I thought I would like to look at my feet -- we hain't got a very big lookin' glass in our room."Oh, how incoherent and over-crazed he was a becomin'! Who ever heard of seein' anybody's feet in a lookin' glass -- of dependin'
on a lookin' glass for a sight on 'em? Oh, how I pitied that man!
and I bent down and says to him in soothin' axents: "Josiah Allen, to please your pardner you put on your stockin's and get into this buggy.Take your boots in your hand, Josiah, I know you can't get 'em on, you have walked too far for them corns.Corns that are trampled on, Josiah Allen, rise up and rends you, or me, or anybody else who owns 'em or tramples on 'em.It hain't your fault, nobody blames you.Now get right in.""Yes, do," says the Deacon.
Oh! the look that Josiah Allen gin him.I see the voyolence of that look, that rested first on the Deacon, and then on that, boot.
