And go to peggin' ag'in!

Patientest feller, too, I reckon, 'at ever jes natchurly
Coughed hisse'f to death!
Long enough after his voice was lost he'd laugh in a whisper and say
He could git ever'thing but his breath--
"_You fellers_," he'd sorto' twinkle his eyes and say,
"Is a-pilin' onto me
A mighty big debt fer that-air little weak-chested ghost o' mine to pack
Through all Eternity!"

Now there was a man 'at jes 'peared-like, to me,
'At ortn't _a-never_ a-died!
"But death hain't a-showin' no favors," the old boss said--
"On'y to _Jim_!" and cried:
And Wigger, who puts up the best sewed-work in the shop--
Er the whole blame neighborhood,--
He says, "When God made Jim, I bet you He didn't do anything else that day
But jes set around and feel good!"

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